After a Day of Shopping For (But Not Finding) a Red Dress

I wanted to offer you a drink refreshment after a day of grinding labor respite from the heat so I peeled and chopped some fresh words squeezed a cup of tangy words an eggshell full of frothy words a sugar cube of sweet words a jigger (two) of tipsy words and blended them vigorously… then slowly… Enchanting, the swirling spiraling fluidity attention and care Inspired by tenderness, moved by passion mesmerizing patterns of subtly shaded sustenance sparkles of fire ironically flashing from crushed iciness When I reached for my pen to pour it all out with that demon of bygones who lives in the attic decided to bark. I was startled and jerked Pavlovian dancesteps toppled the poem which spilled on my desk and my lap and the floor. Damp with frustration blotting up sorrow nearly surrendered to stainedness the voice of the giver who’d set me in motion reminded me of ample drops that remained full of the essence of care. Drink drink deeply drink and be well.