where I am happy: where your heart sinks
quiet into my arms, where bliss is rain falling and white walls.
your mouth fastened to my future and I had always thought
that this was impossible, but here you are,
dancing. the white ring left around my finger after
a summer of you: after years: when all of me will full bloom.
so that, shaken awake at midnight by the ferocity
of my dreaming, there is a spotlight in the sky
at full posture, directing me: a white halo where your hands
will be again, come morning. what could be impossible
when your name in my mouth is a realized prayer?
since now that I can speak, I am a cadenced voice, a place
unto us both where your soul is structure and narrative.