Its stuck

Like a ring around my ribs

Its stuck

Inappropriate

Like a doorbell in the jungle

It echoes in the cavity by my heart

Ring ring ring

Don’t stop

Let the fingers

Follow what the mind makes up

My thoughts are wondering

Lists are to be made

Work is to be

Done

But its stuck

Im stuck

And I awoke

To a thought

A thought of you

And I want to tell you

There I said it

there’s  that thing

Behind my notebook

My secret stash of motivation

I awoke,  I knew

I wanted to be touched.

The only image in my mind

Is that jungle

With the doorbell

How innaporoprate

And yet I turn

I know which way the door is

Wide open and deep green

A forest with a doorbell 

Just for a minuet there
my love
I saw you
saw you sit
feet dangling over my window
you smiled
that smile of nonchalance
like every day
was a day to sit by the lemon grass
the bougainvillea is bending to greet you.
As your feet ferret out secret roots
I watch
like the dislodged mournful pigeons
as fabric
grazes the white flower weeds
there is a smell of rain in the air
Lets not talk of empty window sills, my love
lets just pretend you are still there.