The Object Context

fingers on me
eyes on wall
smells like powder
feels like steel
hair pendulum tickle
time molasses slow
dripping from context
paint, cabinet, door
home is blue
romance is clear
step slide step
twirl and glide
Fun intent and
Hardly any words
Shoulders to shoulders
Eyes do linger
Lips barely touch
A good fit
Step turn step
Window, floor, lamp
Back at ear
Nothing is said
Trip on wire
Steel and steel
You and me
Context then sleep
Shift shift shift
Years, minutes, days
One sock off
One slightly askew
She tugs at
The yellow shade
He comes behind
She catches up