Tonight, in this stillness,
a balmy night unfolds.

Drawn together,
devotedly intertwined,
we fade quickly.

The wind chime
varnishes our last subtle blink.

I think I smell your cologne.

It's dark
and we're rowing gracefully
churning vapor;
the black liquid beneath us
ripples purling whispers.

We inch across the lake
through the fog
through sticky midnight
through asthmatic stillness.

Frozen time
like water.

And suddenly there's a flicker
in the distance
and it grows brighter
and I can see your face again.

Liquid flashes of silvery yellow morning
rip through branches like latticework.

All around is exuberance:
we're flooded with shimmering pearls
and kaleidoscopic crystals.


Its morning again
and your wrapped around me,
and I've never felt so warm.