In Habit
elbow deep in bargain bins
sometimes across your
eyes sometimes a light
picture all over the world
other than tongues or oil
and sometimes words but
other than thigh and light
sometimes other than canvas
over pastry and coffee talk
comes to this place often
talk and I want to be your
be your deceptive lovely
something other than goal
hope or bone or other
than the find of the century
inhabiting vintage harness
clasp there it goes and
again my tongue against
the back of my teeth love is
the most common of material