Grey haze, untitled whimsies, I'm thinking about you–

Party of one 
And a table for two 
With baited breath 
And four eyes peeled 
I watch for that belly burning 
Sternum rising 
Kind of love, 
unfolding. 

Genetic strands twisting, diving, 
Knitting together 
In rhythmic curves
Of back and hand and side and all together
A Petri dish swirled 
Of togetherness, this us. 

Paper trail dreams
And a steadfast, rooted 
hoping. 

Party of one at a table for two 
For now, working on the who of this self.

 
And hoping – 

hoping ever on, 
For you
My belly burning sternum rising 
Type of love.