in secret i whisper, "my lover."
of course by the transmission i send in my eyes
you already found me out
yes, i am yours.
i regress to a schoolboy.
these bones have taken harvests
and yet thank you for giving me my youth again -
it is not a time but rather a form of existence.
i see you in the mirror as i look at myself
and i sense the muse you've created in me.
of course the paint i apply as it dries is also
a rendition of your masquerade.
you are a dragonfly suddenly on the water -
so you take on my rivers,
you take on the heat of my blood,
and you took my breath as i exhaled this adorable verse.
i've never met a goddess who could match my desperate heart.
but here you are. finally. thank god.