Water washes coin to sea
down leg, drips patient
tracing lines
longing for fingertip kisses
and time wasted,
enjoyed
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
at
no question but why
not
now?
Time wasted, enjoyed,
is not wasted time.

EJZ 08.03.2015

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