and i like the
hmmm hmmmm of words
whirring the way a room full of sewing machines would
but without the clitter-clatter, the stomp-stomp
without the noisy chatter, the sudden stop
just woooooshhhh
welding into a single entity
a sole indentity
like a twig in a bundle -
weak on its own and oh, so impossible to break when bound with its brothers (or why not sisters as well?)

oh the way they want for nothing
more than to be left alone
enjoying one another's company on a back screened-in porch
the way they don't want me, oh so tantalizingly sweet
irresistable

each with its story, its history
more real than we
or perhaps equally
co-existence is the term, i believe
one with the other
a he and a she
my delight and my agony
and they will not set me free
from any
thing
this rant had really ought to end
and yet
i can't let go
i can't leave
i can't i can't i can't
they are too delicious ahhhhhh