You kiss me beneath the violet blue, sunset
orangish and gold like the color of a ring,
set in sapphire and jasmine, the sparkling glint
that the first stars bring from within the twilight,
short haired and vibrant, strong as a fine steed,
the visions of a daring courageous female knight,
giving rise to another exotic and elated feeling,
a memory of feeling warm in the arms of a dream.

The playfulness of your eyes, subtle glances,
of respites and revelry, of moon stones
and magic trances, memories of a time when
I felt like the lips of a short haired Goddess
had touched mine. I can not ask for more
than this special place I want to be,
for this there is no greater yearning,
this being the kiss which sets me free.

You hold me, and in your arms I am alive,
for the first time I feel I must confess,
I had your hand and your heart, envisioned
our love though it's only the greatest test.
I can promise you anything, but first you
must show me the way. I will never be
whole until you kiss me like you did
in my minds eye, your caress by the tree
when the sun fell at the end of that day.