swings and roundabouts, hundreds and thousands

Fearless ducklings in Bitter Lake, who will come close if one tosses them seeds; fuchsia flowers the color of my tights on plants in the yard of the apartment complex; Soren, pale and beautiful against the dark blue sheets; coffee, with almond syrup, milky and bitter-sweet on my tongue; heterochromatic eyes, set down-tilted above a thin angular smile, that widens and softens into amazingly full lips for a kiss; words, halting or swift, mindful or goofy; space that works for the two of us...