Coated in Woodworm

I reach into the cupboard

wrapped my fingers around the handle of a black ceramic mug

my favorite cup

alchemy in heavy-delicate weight

glazed prop.

***

The kettle whistles, sweet and long

I pour

steep

hold your steam

look out through the bay windows

passing the maroon and pink blooming tree

into my own void.

hidden in plain sight

***

nights

I’ve watched the ceiling waiting

stop by/ nudge me along

do the things I was too

2 am feverish

lacking.

to do-

Intentions implode.

***

were we in the same space together?

are you a pollen seed of my declining mind

I watch you

flickering on an old television set from the 80’s

Porous

Pore less skin

dancing lacquered eyes

I can see your rage.

I’d hold your face to mine

***

Hold your face to m i n e

Mine.

Buckle you

As I place my lips on the rim.

***

Bring a wisp of you back

where did you go?

where world

without me.