Covers

Seems sometimes even the closest of lovers

Lose steam like kettles with bent up covers

Things boil over and make a mess of your day

Stains add character, they’re only stains anyway

Cements got a crack with weeds right where it’s begun to

Like bare trees in the winter, problems gain appeal when

Breathe in a promise if you still dare, map a route to your

Break up excuses and the grizzled retorts, use them to start

Burn the gap between the dawn of your next wishful opening

To where resolves the quandary between the devil and the

Speak loud and clear into the megaphone, let the mob be sure

You’re not looking to pave any highways to heaven or hell

Just embarking on the last leg of your journey and you plan

Eager anticipation creeps across my chest looking for

These thing cause long dormant ripples of hope to quickly

Sweat begins to build all across my brow, my fingers begin

The rest of it can only be played with her fingers dancing across

And the steam builds and builds and billows like fog across

A bed covered with roses, two bare lovers rolling in the

A perfect start to a perfect beginning, tell me when the

When will you be tapping your fingers across my chest in a

Seems sometimes even the closest of lovers

Lose steam like kettles with bent up covers

Tim Windisch

07 25 2024