totally nonsensical or sensationally profound? your choice:
Keys in the sink, running water- flow till hotter.
Ring on the floor glimmer gleaming- water steaming.
We've been here before: once or twice, maybe more.
Again with these balled up bullets of banter-canter.
Lens-less senseless glasses hook tight.
No use at all, perfection is natural sight.
Sparks from the sink, words my lips sing.
flaming finger tips force feed fleeing hips.
For what we adore, this floor, seamless loving.
-ksm
