Warmth.

Eyes closed

Flickering in artificial light

Insides wide open

A Constant flow or a kitchen tap jammed on tight

Drips slow

And a Drain clogged with yesterday’s scraps

Gooey grey and yellow

10 drips

Become a full sink

I think

My eyes float across suds 

Slip and overflow

Slides down sides

Drops on toes

A bucket 

A mop

Soaks away the mess

Like clouds above a Damp wilderness

Fills and shifts

And shares its flow on tiles

On snow

I melt 

Words become water

Water and words

Splash my cheeks 

My flickering eyes

Sigh and blink 

They’re tired and limp

I think

My words disappear

I empty my sink

Then glide into soft sheets with cold summer on my mind, feet seek cold corners

But my eyelids are tired

Heart beats slow

And the tap drips slow down

Not a smile nor a frown fills my face as much as warmth fills yours.