so much is on my mind
but thoughts of your kiss
keeps me awake
early in the morning
the sheet music that roll from
the tenderness of your lips
and dances on the signature
of a well tuned piano
held by the string
marionettes marching like
autumn leaves in zero gravity
revving up the intimate dance floor
in a meander slow dance
that corrects my posture
and spindles my assumptions
in a dreamy wisp of pleasure
and
spinning on like a
strawberry daiquiris at club yee ha
on the island of tossing heat