A tremble in my heart,
you are an ache, a throb,
the stroke of copper lightening.
I have etched you in my lines
and in my margins swathed you
in resplendent hues of color
I have yet to name.
Your voice is a gentle quake,
hives of honey in my throat.
I am the tender tug you barely notice,
a fleeting trace of tendrils in the
moment that you close your eyes.
A rushing wave into a cove of lovers
where I have moored my soul to yours.
“Dreams are necessary to life”