Christopher Hopkins writes

Lime

the drink talks to me, 

in such beautiful rhymes.

I try to write it down, 

with little success.

The traffic calls and the raise

rumbles like a drum

and my coffee cup shakes 

and I whistle the tune all day. 

Your beauty pokes and kicks, 

and luck and love is

as lucky as I am. 

To be, with you.

I could lime the outers 

of my life

ready for the fall,

but 

love, 

loving with you 

I am one with you. 

 The Egg Dance -- Pieter Aertsen