Wednesday, December 20, 2006


as I look over my cup
into your eyes
I am arrested

deep pools of color
flecks of gold
window from which you survey

expressions heave from your skin
cutting through filaments
strings binding my mind to its wandering

the ground at our feet
racing in all directions
all possibilities illuminated at once

we hurry together
to tarry
to love our chosen one

sleep closes our eyes
extinguishing our vision
dreaming of love's gift

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