Last night was so lovely
the connections stronger
as the smiles came
in the spacious night
lighting my face
star warm for you.
You laugh. I pause,
quick willed, poetic,
hear Rimbaud, Baudelaire
Sandburg speak from pages
alive with their words,
beautiful words for me........
although I do love you
now more, so much nearer
than the clear crisp frost
on my windows, this winter splits
the seams of my skin
and the cold freezes the spots
where I open to you,
saving the sacred wounds
in crystalized capsules
of my heart
my eyes in
ways I listen to you
capturing auricular tidings.
How the verdant colors
bloom through mirrors
melding undertows of you.
Should I leave these words
on the bank of plenty
would they fall awash?
They are part of tissue,
sinew that bleeds
around organs of dreams
and forgotten membranes.
Nights of fantasy beating
rhythms played to Grieg's
notes heard inside my heart
as a gift from you.
And I relax to the sounds
of water playing on my skin,
refreshing my aching desires
with answers to your call.
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Sighhh...Gorgeous. 
