Open-mouthed; left, breathless,
By her kindness-unlooked for.
I stand, like a startled statue-
Or a fish, floundering, out of my tank.
The taste of her
Lingers on my lips.
She told me
She would perfect
The art of surprise...
I cannot even move
To brush my fingers
Over the lingering sweetness
Of her praise-
She's learning.
Once, I was her teacher;
Now, I would gladly
Sit at her feet
For all my days
And study the color
Of her eyes, forever-
Changing, with her moods,
Like the silent language
Of the sea and the sky
And shifting as subtly
As the interplay
Of light and shadow
In my loft, over the course
Of an endless afternoon.
She is my horizon,
And I will set
No other course
Than the one
Which brings me
Home, to her heart.
Until then, I will dream-
Remembering this moment,
When our lips and souls
Sealed a promise:
Darkness cannot divide us;
Death will not part us.
We measure time differently
Than our captors:
Our lives are merely
The hours spent, waiting,
For our next kiss.

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