let your hair
fall,
so that i may watch
it cascade
like raven
ribbons-
like moonlit
shower-
on the cusp of
your reveal.
mindfulness
in somber march through
dreamscapes..
i happen upon
dawn–
to find she’s changed
her colors
to oblige my reentry
and reverence.
you, with your
rocky mountain smile
and scent of juniper
breeze,
on a frosty autumn
morning–
it’s just us amongst
the trees.
your light’s
sincere,
a smile so ripe
with life,
those eyes..
i’d climb and dive into
to get a closer
view.
sailing a graceful
breeze your
way,
feel my coming
on cresting
wave
from the other
side of
sky you gaze
upon
like it’s forgotten
your face.
she caught
me
staring through
our photo–
to find
the green patch,
then erased my face
from memory,
and stepped with me
into flusher
scenery.
in your
kiss..
slipped a plea
to believe
if for just the
moment-
with both eyes
closed
and my fingers clasped
around yours.
the day fell
like lead curtains,
you endured character
attacks,
so i’ll display
affections
in a meal i made
from scratch,
it won’t resolve work
troubles
but may let you
relax.
the full weight of
your smile,
a chipped and faded
checkered
floor tile,
the stitches from
your belly
laughs-
all that in
a photograph.
a rain kissed
stroll..
past the old
haunt
reminds me why
we moved
and rekindles
wistful
mood.
hands in the garden 
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