another stab at love poetry

13 July, 2006

Sunlight filters golden
   through clouded glass and a
cream-colored shower curtain -
        tonight, everything is touched by Midas

  This crack in time has been
filled with a thousand secrets
         I will never tell,
     etched between head and heart lines
   as a new line, a code that will endure
       and change like stone.

Your tiger eyes illuminated me,
       spoke to me of windy
     summer whispers and afternoon
fingerprints left on the stars the night before...
             Because of those stolen minutes
        we shared
    I find myself craving the yellow moon

But it is still evening
     and all I have is this hopeful sunset.