tapping on the glass of decorative balls I was sorting through the flavors trying to savor them all slowing down for a moment to read the writing on the wall saw your signature there, etched in ink scrawl I wonder why it took love's haze to find my way used to thinking with my mind, but the feeling's here to stay falling to my knees like crescent clippings on the floor I stare up at the face that I dream of more and more your smile's a wet welcome, your body my home