50 minute records Serried portraits and sketches Sunday mornings with coffee hot Porch screen torn and threshold rot Stealing light from heaven sky To fill my world with the bluest eyes Silkscreen memory of warm embrace Tattooed torches of feelings frayed Maybe I'm too nervous to be alone Somewhere not too far Beneath the surface There is hope Someday I'll make my feelings known Letters I seed but have never sown Door hook hangs with your summer dress Replayed moments I can't redress Maybe I'm too nervous to be alone Somewhere not too far Beneath the surface There is hope Beach fire burns with a bitter trail Stings like frozen summer hail Shaking free of tortured shroud Hangs on me like horizon cloud