Wine and words...

Powdery chalk of various colors

mingle with ink of vivd chroma

that drip the same sanguine

hues against the page

brisk air fills lungs as steps

to nowhere accumulate

to impossible numbers

as sweat pours from pores

I am the mirror to voices

for eyes that do not hear

I am the sponge for your

briny emotions

I am the heart that has

quivered at your touch

and the hands that have

caressed your soul

Stay with me a while

at this swing on the porch

and let me feel your warmth

as we settle in for wine

and words...