Skyscrapers sprawled 'mist
skylines washed by ocean tides...

Often the clock slowly
whimpers, face sullen...

I never imagined one could love through
shivering winter months where words...

Your fingertips travel from rib cage
to hip bone like country back roads...

She becomes matted with silence
in midnight hours, thoughts clinched beneath...

You hush pastel
city streets of sequins...

You often catch me
unexpectedly...

You pull me close as
I surrender to your touch...

You whisper sweet bursts of passion
as I kiss you with poetic calligraphy...

Your eyes crinkle
and lips part like a crescent moon...

You left me that Autumn,
curled upon that bare patch of grass...

I stood upon the peak of her broomstick with you
while the stars' eyes eclipsed like the moon...