Pinch of Desire

Engulfed with this incredible desire to pinch off a piece of this summer deluxe to stash in tin rust, to wrap in silk scarves, to be opened in the hush blackened cold, I open my notebook to jot down a song with a voice scratched in metal and milk and in ink to savour this moment, to slow the earth's orbit to fill me back up and transport me to home The words are still shaking from thoughts racing from me too incredibly fast as I know they won't wait like humming bird hovers and bumble bee glances and sun which connects with your bones The wink and the whisper from moments we listen seep scarlet and blue into all that we are to cinder spark wonder, to soak and to ponder a pinch of desire to transport me to home..