The simplicity of first love
hangs suspended
n an enclosed world
purse and unencumbered.

It is a gift freely offered,
freely taken, in mutual respect.
Sunrise is unblemished like
the translucent white of a
butterfly's wings and wears the
freshness of a spring morning.

We do not need to hold on tightly.
There is no place for the
possessive clutch because we
are moving in the same rhythm.
Our lack of fear makes for the
perfect dance.
It is our pure vision before we
discipline it into form.