my dusk to your dawn

i ____ you with smudge of yearning 

through the vast space

of dark velvety sky 

to the brilliant pink of the dawn sun

as the warmth of new day graces your window

the new lays soaking through the window

i slowly raise my snifter of sleep 

wrapped with loose blanket of neons

could we sink back to the winter evenings

bodies and breath embraced weaved exchanged

one cocoon with a thin gauze veil of semi-consciousness

seeking without desperation

newborn puppies without a complex script

surviving through their newly weaved invisible net of

fragility

the haze of summer morning

limbs in gentle arcs and bodies in parallel

the scent of honeysuckle 

lost to the brilliance of the dawn

the unabashed beauty of her

touches through 

unexpectedly guiding me back to 

a winter evening

as one stood to soak up the mystery of summer solstice

as one wishes to

be there once again

of crisp, snapped piece of winter solstice

slow and gentle swing between

dark sleep and semi-consciousness