Dizzy

My heart is scattered with words of love

and I hear ballads in the breezes blowing by,

My whistles hum along to these sweet mellow tunes

as my fingers carve forevers into the grains of tables.

My brain is adrift with memories and imaginations of us

and I sketch the lines of your neck, your jaw, your smile,

My poetry worships our promised potential

as my mouth traces the words that flow, from our lips.