When you’re eaten up with things to doWhen elegant brilliance leaveshungers unfilledWhen your heart has a head cold I want to be a naughty smile Sneaking up on yougetting wedged betweencontemplations ofimmaculately empty dreamsandrisk-analysis of ascending trusts making youlose your listsof logistical etceterasget lostin the sway of hipsbeating like a rhythmic seaagainst reality’s shores Unraveling dark-knit ponderingsone lick at a timeerecting a problem-solutionto clear your headin the sweep of saucy tideswallowing sorrow And then I want to be… that last droptremblingon the cornerbetweennaughty and Your smile ~Nara Malone This post is a contribution to Sunday Scribblings and dVerse Poets. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the…