you make my dry lips drip with drops
of tongues and feather fingertops
blow my ear inside my mind
spins and twists and whorls and winds
hand on my mouth when i try to speak
other hand on my eyes so i can't peek
laugh and kiss my smile and wrap
around my neck and sides and sap
the gloom and pull it away
and fill me up with happy day

A blissfully happy poem.