this morning you are an
honest enchantment,
a gilded question that hovers
inside my ribs
and hums a song there.
last night you were
defined by time, a series
of smiles and creating
a divine arrhythmia.
all day yesterday you were
the weather that defines a day,
the sunshine
and the clouds drifting,
and the wind winding around me.
for years you have been
a possibility,
something sought but not attained:
and your face now
strikes a desire in me
to live, to dance, to breathe.