Sep 2014
I must know...
the smell of your blowing hair
in the leaf-strewn autumn wind
the touch of your hand on my chest
closely held in a sleepy winter bed
the sight of your eyes lit with wonder
for the beauty of spring's first flowers
the sound of your voice calling my name
through a window from a summer garden
...and as the cycle renews...
the taste of your fertility
under the cover of a harvest moon
...there simply aren't enough seasons
to gain a complete sense of all that you are
the smell of your blowing hair
in the leaf-strewn autumn wind
the touch of your hand on my chest
closely held in a sleepy winter bed
the sight of your eyes lit with wonder
for the beauty of spring's first flowers
the sound of your voice calling my name
through a window from a summer garden
...and as the cycle renews...
the taste of your fertility
under the cover of a harvest moon
...there simply aren't enough seasons
to gain a complete sense of all that you are
