over the courses of day
i fluctuate and sway like a drunkard
over trite comparisons of your intoxicating being.
at noon, i have resolved to knock down your door
demanding recompense and answers.
mid morning, i state you are too warm, too sharp
and deserving of brown
doe eyes; spaghetti hair
and fuller figures.
early evening, when my tangent thoughts
run most swiftly towards conclusions.
late evening, like cracks in concrete
like caulk in tiles
like trails of birds flocking toward southern refuge.