how when you tell me you love me
i know you mean it because you close
your eyes and reach out for me
you're having a waking dream of finding
me finding you all over again
and it's a kind of silent music
the way our lips inward bloom to meet each
other whenever our hearts fancy the moment/

and you're that delicate a petal wet with
summer rain i found under my tongue
standing behind the shadows of the feelings
i could never convey and they say
when love gets too familiar it withers
changing colors of autumn then dying
under the bright white weight of winter/

but after so long i'm still giddy
at the sight of your nipples right before
we make love and i notice the right arch
of your foot a sort of comfort pivot
now you've got the small world of us
under control

and then the day comes that i can no longer
imagine a world without you
my world without you
and with forever transcending some
fleeting notion of universal control of the
eye in eye i lose sight of any end
to me having it begin again with you/

and all the loves we've yet to love

together.