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.