oh, you are the seasons;
shifting beauty
in a single
scene.
you are a heartbeat
whose rhythm holds
the north sea
in pulsing hands.
you move in clock ticks and
wave crash,
and everything else.
let me move through your in-betweens.

oh, you contain star fields
my love,
with such delicate
incandescence.
bury me in your
baby glow and
trembling voice
while we kiss to
the midnight saxophone song -
I hear no music
only muffled silence
on record players.
we are old movies with no words.

and oh, you are the leaves
of autumn, dear.
so breathtaking yet
slight.
let me make my bed
in your arms
full of flowers and little birds
or the old books
you've never read.
we will make love until
heaven fizzles out;
beginning again every day
in seasons.