her soft voice carries the weight of the moment
precariously, sounds balance on a pink tongue
passing slowly beyond delicate lips
and permeating not only my ear,
but my heart –
expressions of love laced with the mundane
as flights of fancy have long nested
in the tranquil seas of understanding
acceptance
and belief in an idea,
we were meant for each other –
eyes longing for the experience follow
as the everyday passerby knows not reality
only pretends to be awake
in a vain attempt at belonging
but only we belong
together –
pale freckled skin glows in the Autumn moonlight
I, entranced, can only be thankful
as the recognition of what the universe has bestowed upon me
comes clear... as if it were crystalline
entwined, metaphorically, our chrysalis hold not two hearts,
but one
beating to the rhythm
of the greatest gift two people could share –