Her poetry was stitches of gold
that held her together through the tugging of life,
and portrayed the best
of her dazzling inner beauty to the world.

Milky morning light pours
into the space between us,
illuminating your snowy hair
as though beams of moonlight
flow from your head onto your shoulders.
You sleep silently,
like your astral acquaintances the night before.
The tide of my heart is pulled in
by your lunar attraction,
although my body longs to mingle with yours
beneath the moon,
in all the base and natural ways
lovers have mixed for eons.
Let me sip your light from a teacup,
while your tongue twists all the lovely words inside your heart
into birds to fly through the air.
You're my untouchable constellation,
strung over the nights dome
like the string lights you look so beautiful beneath.

Fleeting November clouds-
stained with red wine,
fill the sky like one-hundred
crystal glasses,
finally spilling onto the white cloth-
of the Earth's winter table.

Tender is her light
that radiates from her marble skin,
except for the dark of her eyes,
so deep that light never escapes,
but only builds greater beauty
within her spirit.

If you join me on a journey
with no destination in mind,
I will know I have found love in you,
because neither of us are there
for the end of the road,
but rather the end in each other.

The tinder that fuels
the fire of my Being
are letters scraped from
a log of your love,
grown by the vast tree
of your endearing words.

She's the one wearing heels,
and drinking strawberry wine,
yet I'm the one who's tipsy.

Come with me to see the world,
I'll miss not one bit of it
with you in my company,
for you are my world,
and each new expression feels like
a new and adventurous place
that has just been discovered.

We are twin moons
twirling around the same world,
and shining back dazzling light
from the star we call home.
Let every pair of lovers
falling into each other through the night
look to our example;
two moons,
dancing in love.

As a young swallow learns to
frolic between the clouds and verdant fields,
so learns my heart to wanton
in the rosy scented air.
No matter time flowed by,
or places left behind,
my past fades into obscurity
as the light you bring floods my life,
and carries my heart out upon uncharted seas.

I do love you,
                         but you not me,
                         this pain is quite distressing.

Emotions rush,
                           my face will blush,
                           yet your eye's gaze is chilling.

I have no writ,
                           my heart's in fit,
                           I hope my soul's not dying.

I could build a monument to your features,
sing your name to the forest creatures,
lay you down on canvas like a painting teacher,
but all will fade with time's ******* curse,
so live forever among immortal verse.

Join me in a watercolor world,
let the lines between us blur,
and the light mix with our skin.
Such a surreal experience as our dance
only deserves obscurity.
So rid us of burdensome borders,
and sip this moment of art,
as time goes down the drain.

You are all your yesterdays
and tomorrow you will be that
plus today.
What will you speak now,
that will echo in a self
only one sun rise and set away?
Extend your hand into precarity,
and meet a new you
who has one mysterious day
up their sleeves.