Close your eyes, and I will, too; feel me there, this touch brushing slowly over you, soft as an exhaled breath on flesh… fingertips, lips, smoothly caress, the gentlest skimming, hair trickling across chest, whispers float into your ear, melliferous voice delivering the elixir to each fear, sweet everythings that reach with flowing, warming heat every last heart-ailment to heal.
Into yours, my fingers weave; hands clasp organically. So easy it is to love, to release all inhibitions: free fall into me.
In every season
of our future,
I’ll have at hand
and in my hair
whites and pinks
to accent these
realized romantic dreams,
petals, and tresses
kisses, wet lip
gloss, hands skim
in the rush,
bodies in the garden
fall with lust
into even deeper
Each moment I gently hold so tenderly, each for a separate still-life eternity, seal in a crystal tear of joy, baubles of my heart hung in the field, suncatchers upon the Tree of Life, and I kneel and feel the kiss on my bowed head from the Light, and my Father whispers, “It is what I have always wanted for you, my sweet child.” I rise and return to the heaven of your love, and just for today, for us, time slows down…
Gently, I shake my spring snowglobe and shrink like Alice into the dreamworld. Meet me there, beneath our tree in the shady grove beside the stream. For a while, simply lie with me, as we listen to the birds and each other’s heartbeats and feel the wild grasses underneath our bare feet. This paradise with you I’ll keep, these stolen moments in which we so easily let ourselves just be, so freely, just you and me, entwined in love beneath blue skies and green canopy as the bliss drips and seeps, honey-coating our souls with peace: this is simply all I need. Angels, please shake again tenderly our spring snowglobe eternally.
No words for once for you, just this gratitude I transfuse from my heart to yours while you hold me a little more, and our hearts beat as one as they always have: it led us to us, our rhythm long ago set in time by the gods.
My love, I knew in that first moment, you were the one. It’s not cliché when dreams are made from the clay where star-wishes collide with the earth when they are sent back to finally be birthed.
You pull back to look at me, and the stardust in your eyes reveals the cause of the tears, those few magical drops that are silently released in the moonlight and cleanse both of our fears.