Drop

A last drop from the tap
is watching me, clinging,
almost falling in my tub, tub.

Do not take this drop -
how much you are in need
of filling your wanting top
lacking content lacking pub.

Your desire kneels between the grass
of dry summers long awaited harvests
of quietness, careful, pray, be still,
in listlessness, slow down - your motion,
wait upon - your final judgment,
it, perhaps, may never come or will it,
your last straw - the final - drop.
Hanging there, just you and her.

dumbfound, blindfold & unfold

I am an album.
You can  turn me over.
Though it escapes me,
meaning, it dumbfounds me,
blindfolds & damp; unfolds me
never to be found again
of hiding and seeking
painfully sleeping again
in the corners of you

your present soul
yet
many many spirits
surrounding astound

capture & catch
free thinking
to be flipped to be found
to be caught in the middle.
Again now, please.