smooth, rolling, i spill out her name, over and again.
my face glows with golden, glorious love.
she is wondrous.
i ought to live with her voice in my ear and her smiling lips in my shirt pocket.

as if taking leaps and bounds in opposite directions, has brought us together.
i will dream of her, with eyes wide.
i have never been so scared of something so full.
poets sleep alone, but dreamers never die.