Drops form
a line
then...
trickles down
dusting day
Your eyes and mine
swept and kept
sacred
blinking
into
existence
past paths
rose today
a test dons
Dante's Peak
black stone
and an Orient
expressed
the travel
the birth
when all came first
floating
as The wind
under butterflies
wings
gliding and guiding
with the jet stream
streaking
colors
not yet seen
and yet...
minds eye
and eyes that shine
cared for dreams
that hid inside
battling wreckage
of
pieces lingering
broken
beaten
shattered
as past
when we both looked
to the glass
kissing the images
forgotten
and crafted
smiling to the fates
as a past remembers
what all has come
and awe its weight
can You really
retaliate
where we dropped
in time
the question
of connection
physicality
obsession
is to rhyme
not to reason
whether Love
is in season
images erect
as too the looks
You project
but the tongues
tied
Yours sublime
speaks our secrets
woven
stitching, knitting
crocheting
hours
spinning the crystal
with hands entwined
does the soul good
as our Hearts beat
seeing the proofs
of negatives leveled
two drops
from Heavens send
ink
us
under the skin