rogue
smiles,

tender
lollypop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
studded
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

A true moment,

Our
lazy
afternoon
legs
tangled

cozy
under
piggy back
clouds,

wild hide
yellow
birds
running
races
across the
sky.

your smile
a rye
one,

with the
wrinkle
here and
the sly
look
there,

of someone
who has
won and
lost
at love
before.

and the
story tale
magic
of the look
of your
smile.

always
sends me
off balance
catches
my breath

and throws
my heart
away.

to only
where
you
could
ever
find it.

buried
somewhere,
deep

there

inside
your

angel eyes
tonight.

In what has become the daily
tallying of the sum
adding plusses
minuses divided by suns
a kept total
of souls
rung like molecules
none ever created
or spoiled,
is infinitely the same
- a quantum state-
where measuring
becomes the result
and the quotient.

in all

that you

dream,



with your

eyes

closed

and your lips

pressed

against mine.



I feel them.

and your

passion is

the ties

that bind

us.



and the

sky may

turn to

rain

but I cannot

and will not

take the

coward's way

out and

ever let

go of you.



and all

my dreams

too will

come true.



at the

moment

you open

your eyes

to me.

And under
the tilt
of this
jasper
moon,

in angel
folly,

your body
falls in
complete
surrender
to me.

and the
taste
of your
honey suckle
lips,

captures
me in
time and
consequence.

suspended
in all
that is
around
me ..

that
is you.

from
eternity
and back
again.

the ripples
between
the moments
I think
of you
like half
dreamt
dreams

that lie
lovely
in the
wind.

and this
moment
is all
that
my
heart
can be..

your eyes
are all
that my
soul
reaches

to see.

tonight...

These are not tears of sorrow or joy;
These are tears from allergens, m’boy.




(As Tennyson did not say)