Monday, February 04, 2008




This is no dream


Lying in the morning's warmth
the sweet green flannel plane
my leg hiked over your hip
as you are turned to face me

All the space between us filled with
love and light and night's warmth and morning's
loving. Light dreaming through the portals
falling in bands across our bodies

My hand in yours, curled like a lotus
dreamed open, eyes open, opening into
shine and wing and future
every single tomorrow


jjl
2.4.08

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Now I khow why beauty lives in love and love in beauty.

What we have is both, intertwined tightly...now and forever.

puddle said...

If I needed a reason to love you, this would do it. . . .