hum(bl)ing patience

 

Patience

m

   a

      k

        e

          s

espresso,

 

early morning socks

white shirt off the thighs,

shower heats up

while she's humming.

 

Patience

sips

into my arms,

completing the circle

and the covers never remain untucked.

 

Patience

can talk for h o u r s

no television, just films and music,

quoting her favorite

comedies, poets, song

her Sunday best, the beach, the ball park hollering hoot wave the arms,

the loose shirt flaps in winded sun glass smile

re-unveiling wife beater jeans with flow tassles by her toes,

 

Patience

puts up with

my

snor(drink)ing, the dishes, bills,

to feel my heart

so

humbly

sleeve

worn and bleeding,

pouring,

coddling

each held true.

 

Patience

look

ing lovely

through her eyes,

 

her hips felt in every heartbeat throat gulp,

black barefoot Gucci dress,

a dab of elegance behind her nape and ankle,

makes the old folks feel

 

her solid beam emit sunshine

flows slow gold honey

sweet as

 

 

never wanting to move.