Our words
Fly
Across
A reward
Still shy
Of a toss

Hesitant
Debonair
I call for
A moment
To partner
Oh savior

Like gold
That flows
Inside
And bold
I borrow
Your bedside

Love
Marks
My space
Like a glove
I embark
In your grace

I inhale
Your scent
Your passion
Your trail
Your talent
Your vision

I dream
A future
Of love
Like a stream
I venture
Above


April 19, 2012
G.