The way moonlight falls on your face,
a page lit with poetry,
a love affair of white sky and cruising birds
It is how you wake up,
arms stretched towards the horizon
swell into a world of conversation.
Your yawn pulls my dreams far north,
a crack in breath releases smoky lyrics.
On the breakfast table, warm eggs
shiver under your shinning fork,
you live at the tip of your tongue,
your gaze strong as first coffee
fills in the gaps I’ve ever had.
One must be fond of desire, you hum
when the afternoon sun slants,
throws a rectangle of light on the floor
followed by a divine silence.
As the day crosses over into dusk,
we release our flesh into each other’s arms.
Pricked by sensations,
we grow sweet and scatter
like a verse on the surface of our song.