Fantasy and Conversation

    Speckled frogs leap from my mouth
    to drown in the coffee
    between our wisdoms
    and decisions

    I could smile
    and turn these frogs in to pearls
    speak of love, our making
    our giving.
    And if the spell works
    shall I break down
    or build what is bropken
    into a new house
    shook with confusion

    Shall I strike
    before our magic
    turns colour?