tears

her words
like little dancing crystals
lit upon my ear
and told me tales of time and
love.

her lips soon followed
touching and reassuring
leaving
hope and aracing heart.

i lingered
head full of wonder
at the song sung
for me.

but right now
we sit dressed in a
syrupy silence

waiting for the silky
evening air to fill in the room
around us. and the song

crept
in through the door,
bowed by lively salt air.
and its lecheroud

velvet hands traced down my neck
and did a softshoe on the
small of my back.

I knew the song
needed
work.