could I, I would

how I
yearn when with you
the sound your sigh 
airs, the gentle tickling
your little hairs 
glissade these reddened 
softened slopes below 
my open rounded
peering eyes

seeing you, indulging
feeling you, maddening
with meaning you, teeming
tearing up with you, beaming
bearing all for you, owing
all I found to you, showing
how allowing you, knowing
learning lives with you, tipping
toeing past the next, sipping
steeping teas and texts, going
going into you, cooing
confiding in you, glowing
gleaming yes, it’s true

how could I, I
of humble hopes 
and steadfast days 
and daily prayers 
and simple cares,
could I catch fire 
as if inspired, drawn
to what, what dusk

what cycle fawns revealing 
fears, releasing years, reseeding 
beds, refilling ears, her magic arts inducing 
us to what, what myth

what moving force seducing 
us, deducing this, reducing 
us, what mount erupts, what boiling 
blood, what choice disrupts, what bite

what isn’t right ‘bout being 
right, resolving this evolves in
love, involving us, reminding
of what must be left remaining

revolving round remembering
what will sustain, what molten pouring
fumes remain, what's left of us, this being
ground to dust

some bottled up ashes and hellos
some scenes to make, some pics to take
some mulch to rake, some white wine 
chilled in ice before some toast 

how he opened up 
for me the curtains 
letting in fresh crisp 
and bright, at first
I squinted at the sight 
until such luscious colors
revivified, it felt as if  
I only just arrived

he then unlatched and opened windows 
urging my heart listen for its verity emerging
from the hurt I thought I would go through
calm caressing breezes twirled inside our room
others whirled about out there and my longing
view presumed fixing through the frames
upon the moving air

and him there whistling along
with birds their songs, wakened in me
newly thoughts of symphony
redefining harmony
and here I, sensing if 
some simple rhythms tasted
on my teeth and lips, melding
with my bookish tongue, melting
with my coffee sips, readers 
of my thoughts among, asking if 
I could go through with it
what had bogged my ceaseless mind
what had always been all mine to find
I would

when like a sage magician, he 
who'd always understood 
my magic, tenderly felt for my hand, 
our pressing fingers interlaced,
he led me to a table where 
an unassuming vase sat awaiting
my heart’s bliss, this bouquet
arranged for me

he turned to me, bowing
sweetly lovingly offering 
upon my hand the softest kiss
then reaching well into the posy
through the florets and the bracts
reaching down within the fire 
burning golden yellows blazing 
there he chose the one he lifted,
raising by its dripping stem,
radiant between us smiling
saying but not saying this to me

this sunflower is 
yours, my
fire, my flame
my earth, my 
sea, my heaven, 
my name, my 
thunderous love,
my bolt of silk, my
selfless self,
my breath's breath, my
conscious heart,
my light's lights, my
eyes' eye

this day
yours, every day,
all the days