You say words you might not remember,
bless you,
in December
and every month
with a name,
on their lips,
your name.
You run through minutes
and moments,
i count seconds around you,
no hue
or cry
around you,
tears near, many or few,
crashing summers before our gust;
master piece, master peace.

You join you,
once,
enough,
you can never do too much.
Union, you again,
fending and mending,
crash and lark;
your sight far.

It congregates
too late
when you are in front of me
but don't start memory,
just here
and now.
Never worn
or
pristine.

Watch words,
not watching words
when with you,
possible and posable
no thing imposing or impossible ; we can fight a storm front with our warm sun.

Presents from present,
not anticipating
gifts wrapped tightly
and stowed beyond reach ;
this moment to seek.

We could wait
and do things without each other,
a while to tumble,
thumbs down, thimbleful
or fall,
if at all.
But by pause in
claws in;
retracted to be free,
please.

Thank you,
close to you
means
lessons,
no less than
a best,
beat in chest,
best at chess.
you manoeuvre me
to clearing sea.
Thank you,
you.