Romeo

In the skin of time revealing a chill

is the hush of the fall moving into winter

I gather leaves as they cover grass and soil brown - unlike wheat

For clean teeth with moments of

weaving journeys to the end of your earth

lining the edge of wet to crystal and

A child’s finger turning and dipped in wine, makes that glass sing

under feet that fumbled over steps like tango grace and moonlight

with stars breathing a growing and dimming to

breath and heart-beat, breath and heart-beat

our laughter polishing to a gloss as you claimed me

a sun that warmed your soul

Walking across the bricks of this block to

walls lining meadows of edible grass green,

turning in the palms of shine white lines and

salt that whisks away into ash 

is a tender alchemy holding chimes dangling on your porch 
under waves of bubbles from you exploding into that place between

air and sky sea and surf.