A tremble in my heart,
you are an ache, a throb,
that like a child I cannot express.
You are etched between the lines
and in my margins swathed
in resplendent hues of color.
Your name is a gentle quake,
hives of honey in my throat.
I am the tender tug you barely notice,
the trace of tendrils in the moment that you
close your eyes in sleep,
there I have moored my soul to yours,
a rushing wave into a cove of lovers
where I fix my mind to yours.
“Dreams are necessary to life”