To sit calmly
Await with promise
A blur of time
A melting of artistic purpose
With every brush stroke
As smooth as marble
My face resting
In the crevice of
The arm of your ship
Cradle me like twisted wood
Holding a swing
On a heartfelt goodnight
Bespeckled with
Adoration and
Perspiration
The scent of you
Is one
My nose could only
Recognize as this
Your fragrant love
That sends me into
Dizzy spells
Never lying to seduce you
Three hundred plus miles
Floating down the Garrone
Within you I am
Retranscribed before you
Like an old story
Finding its way to the shore
Of your lips after the flood
Of emotions that
Inhabited the bank
Of my once stony heart
Which was written
Only after you
Walked barefoot there
Amongst the rubble
Of my pizzazz
It is here
That I let myself go
In the canal
Of your impeding
Wash of rain
My chosen tributary
Flowing into your larger stream
Unlike any other estuary
You are a dream
My favorite channel
To turn to
© GÄ
Poétique 