when i think of you:
i feel first. that is all.
thought comes later, after one thousand nine hundred and twenty nine kisses
five cups of tea
the golden late afternoon
suspended around us as we move through space and not time--
i feel you,
as your hand clasps softly around the back of my neck
and my fingers explore the muscles of your back,

i think i knew you before we met. before i looked up at you,
saw your soul was electric through the night, and it was inviting me
to dance--           you are the first time i was hesitant to love, because
you are so precious.
my eyes are full of stars, you tell me; i think
i pulled them out of the sky
just so you could see them.