Friday, August 11, 2006

andante

the sweet breeze caught in my hair
blowing across the night and scent of
yesterday searching for the right moment

recalling the right moments
that revealed the soothing lilt that
emerged from unexpectations of this

feeling the heat and sultry swish
of your words against mine having the same
effect as a drink filling and emptying my soul

moving and stretching into and comfort
and condolence under the layers of fabric and
dusk ignoring the possibility of dawn

all i can see in this separate time and place
is the subtle hues of the explosion that surrounds
what pierced me from the look that is you