THE DAY THEY CALL WEDNESDAY

depth in transparency
mixing pleasure with everything
floors creak under our feet
winds make marionettes of trees

there's an elegance 
to your physicality
your basic-type smile
tremendously compelling

no impulsive decoration necessary

where they've walked:
the intricate moment
the vaunted life
the rebound postcodes

combined ingenuity 
in flung thoughts
clutching of heart
singeing of armour

with a posture so fine
fingers snapped & voices bowed
judgement slacked & moments swelled

just might
give stale exhalations 
new life