On the spectrum from belief To nilpotent I may be strung along Like a row of pearls When lightning strikes The heart of her She ignites Fuels her desire My sweet exterior melts Reduced to a puddle To mirror her exuberance To the sky Till she hides under blanket For the night
If I could ask just one thing Of a girl's best mate How to be in love And never speak its name? How to hold it in For short hours soon to end Only to explode Smiles and tears on journey's end How to read a book Admire a view When next to them? Eyes like infrared Tracing everywhere she went If this secret she relays Would keep me in this band To spend another five, ten years Waiting for her hand
Flicker. Fade. Ignite. Line of sight As grey goshawk peers Down at maker's fingers Plying spoils of earth Like she toys with prey Watching Ruminating creative urge Gives birth to treasure Of unmeasured worth Polished pleasure First ever seen by Naked eyes Akin to mother earth Fragility of life In this temporal sphere Only compounds her worth