Tagged: sneak

sorrow sneaks in with

one or eighty thoughts

one or eighty thoughts
sneak away from
me to meet
you every night – i
have surrendered to
opened windows,
brussels sprouts
in the kitchen

saturday morning,

saturday morning,
you are in the
kitchen, making
breakfast. when you
grind the coffee
beans, you cover
the grinder
beneath your
unbuttoned shirt
so as not to
wake me. i know
this because i’ve
snuck up on
you before, the
way you sneak
in the most
loving gestures

sneaking in a bath

sneaking in a bath
before sunrise, i have all
the hot water in

the world, and no one is waiting –
dreams shake loose, float towards the edge

summer sneaks into