Water washes coin to sea
down leg, drips patient
tracing lines
longing for fingertip kisses
and time wasted,
is not wasted time.

Ask me about what I left behind.

I can taste your voice,
cool breath sighing to sleep.
Sing one more time so I can remember
danger in your eyes, begging,
first step in leap of faith over sky
knowing no motion but flo
no question but why
Time wasted, enjoyed,
is not wasted time.

EJZ 08.03.2015


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