white edges of truths
dance and lose themselves
against the blue drape of sky

I swam off the tips
of your fingers
and found the bottom
of
everything

....surfacing in the dead
of winter
or even under a hot dry
summer sun

I shiver

I expect and decide
nothing
while
the day aches inside a
a cocoon of reality
waiting for my heart
to butterfly
again

I find there is only today
and your face gone
like cherry blossoms
and yesterdays rain

the night
longing under a moon
that will leave it
a million times
more

remembering
my trail of a thousand
kisses showering
your ignorant cheek
in the ochre light
of morning

falling away
like a dream