*pausing at the playground
under a watchful full moon
recalling perfect summer nights
dreaming and dancing on the grass
...suddenly mere heartbeats away...
a part in the drapery folds
affording a glimpse of home
thoughts of impending entry
the tingling flush of awareness
...on the threshold of revelation...
as novel as premonition
as familiar as memory
a hanging rose decorates the door
a fleur-de-lis adorns the passage
...laying bare the soul...
embraced in a coat of arms
warmed by the promise of fire
where candelabra feeds flame
upon a hearth of touchstone
...grounded by ageless emotion...
absinthe makes it grow fonder
cherry pie serves it by the slice
feelings enough to give pause
especially to the faint of heart
...overwhelmed with welcome...
guest towels hung for love
epsom baths for the spirit
laughing through the tears
smiling through the ecstasy
with the passion of tango
...lingering in the vestibule...*