Sweet Pea

Sweet pea, she is drowning in split pea soup,

Wide smile, skin crinkles the bridge of her nose

The walls of my stomach drag close,

Creeps her hand, near the bowl, thin fingers droop

The diner’s worn out pink leather booths group

Around her pants pleats, as she rose

Her coffee cup drips, my shivering grows

I catch the bowl, as we begin to loop. 

Took my gut on a ride, twirling of the carrolsel 

Memories rode up the Merry-go-round

Which is around the time she’s found.

Kicking porcelain horses, we dispel

Eyes to dart into the sky, she rides out.

Carry her too high, I did, with no doubt.