your laughter aflutter like crisp salt sea spray
aglow
skin of toffee nut —
scent of vanilla, of freshly printed books
matt finished, small press, delicate edges
like the opening of my heart —
though it slowly opened more —
my lips yearning
taste of coconut
dances on the drive to wineries,
beat moving us, undeniable,
sway with me
stay with me
light that draws me into you
sun your world’s (a starry passion-flame world’s) gravity
your expanse of imagination
creative, genius, mystic,
spirit traveler,
fragile i am her before you — waiting —
expectant
hope
open
yours
aflame
listening
