Shape of You

Trouble going to sleep
With you on my mind

Who would think that such things as shapes
Could hold me captive
Lines that join your silhouette in my imagination
Knit you together in lampshade light
I am taken by your beautiful contrasts
By the pre-tactile feel of pressure that
I only now imagine
You fit so well together
Like you were drawn without picking up the pen
And I find myself fixed
On your beautiful geometry

Love for the Ages

Our thoughts flow together
Nectar from you
Is to drink wine and vinegar
Some soulful bread
Of ancient Rome
In this great analysis
A melded tapestry
Of where I end and you begin

Spark of Life

our eyes create a unique sentience
in the space between us
they dance to a melody
no one else has ever heard
or will ever hear

a spark of life
is defined by our sightlines
thready impulses
with form and function undefined
but nevertheless present

breathing, growing
tracing rays between us

Crescent Roll

Such a gentle creature
In body, mind, soul
I want to …
I want to eat you whole
Moon shaped iris with its
Prescious little crescent roll

Iris

In a dream your iris
Continues to expand
And the eerie pool
Of reflective and sweetened darkness
Spills over, outward, everywhere

Crescendo

Drip, drip dripping through
A crescendo in your shoulders
This water rises and falls with my heart

As rivers run through your collarbone
And splashes grant us ease
I ask that you be mine, forever.

You breathe contentment
For the first time.
Your body has shown your acceptance.

note your skin

I note your skin
And it feels like mine
At the warm crowded creases
Where it crinkles up
Like your shoulder blade
It’s against my palm
And you move, asleep

I wonder what you dream about and
I hope it’s me

Nape

I felt your voice
Through your skin
In the nape tucked deep beneath
My palm
Your throat at peace
Mine, dry.

Sharp Breaths

The voice
Of a breath
Tells me everything I need to know.

I make little jumps at you
Just to see your eyes alight

And I surmise
That you are unreal
When you watch me, captivated

Your sharp breaths
Tell me I’m not wrong.

Prison by Choice

There are many others
That those eyes admire
More delicately.
And artfully.
Than I.

So I surmise
That you are unreal
When they trace me
My reflection stares
Baffled
In its halo frame

And when you look away
I am taken,
In anguished pieces.

For this is a prison
I have entered,
By choice.

Light in the Eye

The light beckons golden in your iris
The arc iridescent, for I
Never thought about their color
When the sunlight danced
On your skin

Freckles say Hello

Your fading freckles curl
At the edges of those perfect
Little lines
That wrote themselves on your face

They say hello to me
In a thousand tiny shouts