ordinary
     this day.
It began at
      Daybreak
Going on as
        They all do
With rising temperatures
            And clouds
And birds
        Trees a highway
Cut straight
            Through,
But in the middle
       Of this day
Came, once
            Upon a time
Like the plush
     Soft of a woman's
Breast and thigh
        An entrance of
A sort, a gateway
     Velour, wet,
Plush, only a man
Could know
       How velvet it became
As the river ran,
     Skies opened up

Heavens angels
             Sang.
And the rain
   It came

You smell like a baby kitten
True, fresh soft and warm
Pushing up to my chin
Tickling my neck my tongue,
So pure
I hear you
Purr

A very tender notion
the forest
On my feet
All the little things
My eyes have
Never
Seen
The smell of pine
Prurient
The mottled sun spots
Keen
On all my
Earthly senses
Most of all
My fears

Alabaster and her
The only one's true
White as angel wings
Sure as the only sky blue
Morning ritual as I wipe
Sleepy eyes free of crust
Peruse the first light of sun
Glancing over her thigh her arms
Beside an in shade still face
Still in dreams and rest
Peacefulness beauty gift
I rise early to partake
As one bountiful lucky soul
Would smartly surely do
Before the eyes focus and this vision
Turns into a dream
I am myself unaware of having
And if reality it is
This cup of coffee
I confess,
Will me to kissing her
Or an empty
pillow
Next.

Were days of number instead
Of named
Ground of thunder and rain
And men
Men lived in clouds instead
Of sand
And the hills reached from under us
The tallest trees scant grass
And we lived all of us godlike the upside down world wouldn't be better
Or the mortals be more mortal for
That is us, merely humans living brutal or humorous or just
Striving for sustenance a meal a
Love to love
A heart to embrace an angel to sing.
A reason to be a hope to obtain
And we closely saints would make
The clouds brown and stained
And the earthen ground below cleansed and beautiful
Do my hymn were I an angel
Would be to live
Your best life
Breathe
And dream of a day the clouds
Accept you
Among them

The bountiful all of the ends of it all the variety one sees of leaves and limbs tall and the shades of blue how many can there be and windows
In our eyes how focused become blind to the smallest stem of a clover majestic as an elm the plume of a dandelion a firework for the ant and the hill a mountain for a mole send me a grass blade to be happy I claim
And mean it heartily
I live to love gathering it all and it starts with one small honestly felt touch or kiss.
I love her.
Nature is natural
Love is it all

And when she awoke, he was holding her hand,
Toasted bread jam and coffee steaming
On the night stand.
A newly plucked daisy stood proud
In a vase as she opened her eyes  and looked in his.
She heard an echo
A memory of a promise
A pledge when
They met
I'll bring you
Breakfast in bed
I will treasure you.
I will make us a home with a porch and white steps and windows galore
To look out of and let the sun in.
If you will just hold my hand and believe in me, woman.
She saw in his eyes bright
The treasure of love found midlife how profound words become and acts thoughts and beyond all,
Promises live. How flesh fades
With ages how skin gains wrinkles, she pondered, but the eyes,
With love in them,
Will never fade
Dim or die.
Their beauty
Ageless