"to want, to want and not to have"

toothbrushes all over the country
just one of those lips
it could be something i ate
an abashed affliction
plunging under blanketed limbs

a missing cup
says one cannot touch an epiphany
with words
words alone
shall chase this forest
you are running in
chimney smoke clouds as
i sit and sew your dreams
at the edge of your forest

Image credit: Denise Grunstein