Whenever I open my eyes
you’re looking back
into mine
I wonder what you see?
Do you see the fresh green affection
like dew in spring?
Or the vast sky
stars pinned to the blackness
old friends calling out to you?
Or maybe the rushing of a river
that crisp coolness that shocks you
the sweet clearness that captivates you
Whenever I open my eyes
I see wonder
and even more wonder
at where this journey will take us
if it takes us anywhere further
than our legs intertwined in your bed
and our eyes locked
until mine close again
and you’re left staring at my eyelids
in your amazing
beautiful
new wonder.