My Miss

Her wax still spins in this mind
Part of me wishes I mind
Firebalm sunsets in sheets
These two coins still feel
eyes tap to this heart’s hip beat

Whether reels of past or presence
It’s a gift of more than time lessons
Fireworks at the worst time was the best time
Undone and patched up ride a new line
Synchronized fountains shoot the future
be my miss because I don’t want to miss you

Hot wax still spills in this mind
Peace in me likes to rewind
Ice, palm, coffee in fleets
These two coins still reel
eyes rolling to that head’s down beat

Weathered homes bake lumps and bruises
Butter melts before warm loses
good morning
be my miss because I don’t want to miss you