Your morning
white
dress
christening
my eyes,

I am
hypnotized

at the
way you
move
in it
across
the room.

by the way
your hair
streams,

like a
thousand
golden
stands
of sand
across
your
face.

and your
lips of
rose
blossoming
to mine.

the sweet
smell
of you,

at your
first
smile
dancing.

your laughter
like
small
droplets
of rain
running
down my
back.

sensations
arousing.

and your
hands
reach
to confide
in mine,

and your
thoughts
paint in
each of
the numbers
of my
paint by
number
dreams.

and somewhere
between
this moment
and the
promise
of the
next.

tomorrow
has lost
it's
meaning.

only this
moment
matters.

right now
here with

you.