A flick of your hair
Twisted sunshine
To plentiful, I care
Flirting that line
Between touch
And caveing in
Push and pull
My morality
And your loveability

That smile of smiles
A gasp, a heave
Those alluring cobalt eyes
Compelling me to stay
As they secretly
Glisten my way

I dream of your taste
Of a brush, a kiss
The impact, I can't dismiss
But is it all reality?
Or figment of my ingenuity?
A Chimera
Of my longing
And your beauty?

So I'll cherish the small
Treasure and revere
This little thing we've got here
'Till trifling things, they disappear
Or grow big enough
To take a risk for love

Sunday morning.
Eating her food,
Drinking her coffee

While she sleeps in. I
Miss her through the
Door, but a

Lady is entitled to her peace.
Last night I
Think I fell

Ever so slightly deeper
In trouble when
She, with the assertiveness

Of a woman aware
Of her own
Loveability,

Ran her fingers through
My beard; taking all
The time she wanted

To whisper: *"I really,
Really like
You."