spark to combination

at the table
i spell out a few lines
about you
and your show
of almost
promise

while i take the tissue
out of my D cup bra
because of the skinny-dipping
havoc we will be causing
later

i trip and stumble
on the dominos
that you have been lining
in case
i start to climb the stairs
and end
taller than you,
peeping through my bedroom window


there is nothing to bury here
nothing dead
but on pause
and frightened

  days before we met

you are the alphabet spaghetti and

at the table
i spell out a few lines
about you
and your show
of almost
promise