i'm waiting for you where dreams kiss
reality. where sweet mornings are spent
with the currency of light, salted breezes,
fluttering linen curtains and heartroots
sinking as they touch, greet, bind.
where you rest your sleepy head
in my lap so i might lose my fingers
in your mad curls, lose my sanity
in the peatbog of your eyes, lose
myself just in time for you to find it.
where my breath brushes the scar
on your jagged nose and my lips
brush, trace, linger on the border
of the wicked temptation, fatal
destination that is your mouth.
where my rusted tongue loosens
to find the rhythm of songs i've never
heard, the ancient hymns birthing
on my nerves. where i won't be a lark
or a nightingale, but a songbird nonetheless.
where i'll stumble through the chorus
until i get it right. where i'll wring my heart
dry on my swollen tongue, offering the nectar
to you in hushed reverence. where i'll sing
soft, gentle lover, in the golden husk of dawn.
[until the reality of my clumsy voice sweetens
to the dream of my emotions, for you, i will sing.]