Almost

When the time does not run out
All things stay the same
The water falls like rain
The wind blows

Always speaking in words
Not sign of turning
Not blink of eye or fold of
Body language

All alone in the house
With all the love
The you and yours
Keeping the old inside

The child and mom hands
Held on roller, high up bumping
Slips to new and never felt
Carrousel view

Easy to let go the same old
Up one side, rib tickle
The old laps
New laps watching

The hips of depraved perfection
Sway in some dreams
Settle, relax, admit two slight
Dreams of two encounters
To come