Forever Yours

Were my lips yours,

I would kiss them

all summer long

against the rain

and the sun

like a dance with no end

and no beginning.

Were my eyes yours,

I would open them,

and see

Heaven

out my back door.

The roses in bloom,

perfectly alive,

like newborn babies

unblemished and pure,

forever soft to the touch.

Were my ears yours,

I would hear the sweetest of notes.

The lark drunk with sound,

making his way to sorrow

to nurse his forgotten wounds.

The boulevard of plums

bursting and ripe,

waiting to fall.

It is not madness to believe such things.

To feel so close

to another,

your heart beats as theirs,

your arms,

your hands,

your legs.

Thoughts kicking in twilight

against the backdrop of your face,

a soft wing beating

in my hand.

Forever yours, 

I am.