you’ve hankered after
these red-roofs in passing; you’ve
watched suns splash the walls
a million, you’ve
cited ours in the liberest-
perfectus, sung
the dozen odes to
my name; let me bring you through
these doors here today:
yes, I coffee mornings,
noons I fade to orange, dusks
pale by the hour
and nights I bed with shadows
the same way you do too
back to lyrical abstraction