cranking open
window
to let
the air out,
can nearly smell
you in the
dew,
and almost see your
smile
behind
the curtains
calling to
be let
in.
romance
on flower
lane
trees listened
in-
to whispers
of sweethearts
midst footsteps
of past,
and though rainclouds
would gather
they’d never
last.
more than the
shy girl
shown to the
world,
just thoughtful when
she chooses to
speak,
reflective-
confidently
meek.
the shape of true
beauty in
skin–
the rest of you stays
hidden,
and though i breathe
love through
each cell,
not sure you
hear
me
purr
like kittens.
eased you down
in satin,
drape me in ruby
ribbons,
sunk into plushest
cushions
and never broke
our kiss.
by rippling
river,
i spotted
her,
waiting for
sailor,
eyes skimming
tides–
braced for his
return,
longing for his
ship
to
part the
sky.
each key on
her piano
holds mystery
waiting to be played
and i’m pleased
to sit and
listen,
in surrender to
the game.
bossa nova
sway
of hip to
hip,
dancing merely
hinting
at what’s to
come
once we commit to
some real
fun.
sunbather’s
golden
gaze-
unravels the
day
before my
melting
face,
and brings me
back to
life
before life has
its way.
the perfume of
her dream
teasing sounder
judgments-
painting minds
obscene,
while a melody
of memories
drifts me out
to sea.
hands in the garden 
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