no good thing ever comes to an end

for rick~

no good thing
really comes to an end
the over-filled tub, the kisses left
underneath the ponderosa pine

too early to want to forget
how tides and tensions get
smoothed out, as bed spreads
get shook

just how the whorl
in the shape of your mouth
mimics the nautilus shell sitting
unpretentiously on the book case

communing with the poems,
the coffee, the omelette
hot off the griddle, into mouths-

so close to turning into
butterflies---an escher print,
another grand sunrise

keeping you uppermost
in my melancholy 

this monday- as good
a day as any other day
to say i love you

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17