fingertips tap at my lips / by Ellen Sorensen

fingertips tap at my lips

thoughts linger and fade 

and repeat 

just like these warm days 


this summer has been a hurricane 

spinning around 

city to city to city 

mountain to river to dessert 


stealing little pieces 

of my most favorite souls

and getting drunk 

off their love 


and all this beauty 

is making my head spin 

the best type of intoxication 

let me rest in the eye of it all