Waiting for it to take off,
your ticket held fast and tight.

butterflies all bright and scattered,
flutter for feels.

storms in the sand--
with words to say--
some waves crash--
a depth deeper in my veins.

Like little sailors,
guided by skipping stars
across inviting eyes,
flickering like the full moon on fast forward through its phases.

cool caress--
morning mist--
fields of flowers all fogged up clear as day

Old films long forgotten--
stored away--

You're color in my black and white frames.

skin flushed--
lips lush--
gray's gone--
there's such--
a motion in me I recall the difference,

alive alone--no.
alive again.

Petals loosen up the light,
melt into and match the glow--
flickering like--Monet.

You're one wild garden.
One beautiful bouquet.