I know you see,
There is so much more
Than the disarray
of my messy floor….
I know you see
I fidget, I fumble;
Lick my wild bang, smooth
As I approach, I stumble….
Still licking it down with the paste of my slobber
My house looks ransacked “untamed” I giggle
“Did you see the Robber?”
As if an untamed curl should evoke such scandal
Can you see there’s more, hope pleads
As I trip on my sandal.
Lines… fresh imprints from my still warm sheets
“Guten Morgen!” I blurt…in a sleepy mumble
Least my toes are polished…I look down at my feet
I’m sorry I didn’t get your early morning tweet?
I shake my head to clear the sleep
My dreams still fresh, ripe with defeat,
But I know you see
That there’ s some much more
And still somehow….
you’re at my door