words
would tumble upon
this page pure
crystalline
in refreshing streams
i would serve you
to savour
in sweet inebriation
ruby drops
wine kissed
intimate to lips yet i
have not the privacy
to speak
nor your lips to
kiss

then

there are moments
like this now
when i feel you
pressed tight as skin
to heart
indulgent flame
though
words dance not
their ink to page
you read me
transcend the
unwritten
amorous pervade
dreams

who
could have
everknown
you
we
r
e
.
.
.



~ m.a

11/05/2008