She is my time for us

the waking words

so crisp… paused on her lips…

they announce

tender kisses


Before the pillow knows it

she slips sensuous phrases

on whispered sheets of us

no getting out

of bed



The words color me in shades of her

rainbows and butterflies

take flight

just as she planned


Robins sing and poetry rings

through lips of unspoken


breathing out  each syllable


I want to hear…each

now imagined …


against deep crevices of me…

waiting to be set free…