Draft 1
Oh my love,
the way you swirl and twirl in hues of brown and cream.
Hearing the sound of you first thing in the morning
invites my mind to awake
and join her senses in the fun of you.
Even when I don’t need you
I find myself craving your sweet taste
and smooth feeling, reminding me
that I’m grounded.
If only we never had to part,
the world might feel whole.
Draft 2
Oh my love,
the way you swirl and twirl,
encapsulated in a tall cylinder
clear as ice.
As you fill the empty spaces between the ice filled glass
the crackling of the pieces sticking together fills me.
Even when you’re right by my side I find my mind wandering
back to you.
Draft 3
Oh my love,
the way your soft creams and warm browns
swirl together
to become one
intrigues me.
As you fill the empty space between the blocks
as clear as the air
and the art which contains them
the notorious crackling travels down my spine
and straight to my heart.
Topped off with liquid gold and my mouth is salivating now.
Even when you’re by my side or if we just said goodbye,
my mind always wanders back to you.
Draft 4
Oh my love, your valuable figure takes the shape of a tall glass
as I watch the soft creams and warm browns flow out of my hands
and into the spaces between.
The way you come together
intrigues me.
Like two lovers in the middle of a ballroom floor,
falling into each other and getting lost
in the process.
The liquid gold which glazes the top of you slowly
pooling at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
Draft 5
Oh my love,
watching you figure take the shape of a
tall
slim
glass of water intrigues me.
Your warm browns and soft creams
flow out of my hands
filling the spaces between.
The way each of your pieces come together
like lovers dancing in the middle of a ballroom
and falling happily into each other while they do.
The liquid gold which glazes the top,
pools at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
Even when you’re by my side,
or if we just said goodbye
somehow you’re still the only one
on my mind.
Draft 6
Watching your figure take its shape
as a tall slim work of art
will never cease to amaze me.
Your warm browns and soft creams
flow out of my hands and into the glass
crackling like a burning fire
and filling the spaces between.
Each of your elements come together
like two lovers dancing in an empty ballroom
and falling happily into each other while they do.
The liquid gold which first glazes the top
slowly oozes down to the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
Draft 7
Oh my love,
watching your figure take its shape as a tall,
slim work of art never ceases to amaze me.
Your warm browns and soft creams flow out of my hands and into your glass
crackling like a burning fire
while it fills the spaces in between.
Each of your pieces come together like two fools dancing in an empty ballroom
and falling happily into each other while they do.
The liquid gold which glazes the top slowly oozes to the bottom
for my viewing pleasure.
Even when you’re by my side
or if we just said goodbye
somehow you’re still the only one on my mind.
Draft 8
Oh my love,
Watching your flexible figure take shape
as a tall, slim work of at
never ceases to attract me.
Your warm browns and soft creams flow out of my hands
and into you, swirling together
like knots in a rustic wood cabin,
and crackling like a burning fire
as it fills the spaces between.
When it looks like you’re just about to spill over,
I dump more on you
watching the golden glaze slip off the top
and glide down the sides of the cup
pooling at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
Draft 9
Oh my love,
Watching your flexible figure take shape
as a tall, slim, work of art
never ceases to draw me in.
Your deep browns and soft creams
flow out of my hands and into this glass jar
swirling together like knots on an old cabin wall.
The distinct crackling sound fills my ears,
hot and bursting like a gas fueled fire.
When it looks like you’re just about to spill over,
I dump more on you.
Watching the golden glaze slip off the top
and glide down the sides of the cup,
pooling at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
‘Final’ Draft (included in book)
Oh my love,
watching your dark flexible figure transform
into a tall, slim, work of art
never ceases to lure me in.
The deep browns and velvety creams flow out of my hands
and into this glass jar,
filling each empty space inside
with a piece of you.
The hues swirl together
like knots in an old cabin wall,
and when it looks like you’re just about to spill over
I dump more on you.
I watch in delight as the golden glaze I’ve scribbled on top
oozes
down
the
interior,
pooling at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
And although I say I love you.
it is certain that in time
I will rid you of everything that you are.
Maybe I just love you for what you give me,
or maybe it’s because your cup,
is the only one I know how to fill up.
Love, Haley
