Thursday, March 15, 2012


Your face
In the morning
Lined by nothing but the sun
and that stubble that says "I worked for this
this life I have for you."

Your eyes
Glinting like a river in the fall
Golden and deep
Promising a rich tomorrow
full of giggles and magical fingertips

Your heartbeat
Beneath chest plated with iron and love
Makes mine swell

And my eyes
Become an ocean
and the moon
is our purpose.