This box goes plink

and there go my fingertips

blood orange

from picking guitar strings 

My fingers

do not quite know how to scale


But somewhere there 

are melodies 

bound tight to

bends hugging two lane roads

Driving for green

My neck bent toward you, let you 

lead, knowing

I do not trust you like sunrise  

You put your hands

to my back

and pretend to spread your fingers

tell me I am jelly

to slippery to catch


I am sticky glue

This blue goes high tide

and this body

holds me

better than you

Tell me how did I mistake you

for the ocean