A tousled head upon my pillow
the hand I hold through dreamless nights
the lips I kiss a thousand times,
but not enough.
We breathe into each day and leave
behind the filmy skeins of love
the animal cries that take us from ourselves
to find epiphany in an instant.
The evening turned to rain,
we polished Soho streets with misconception,
out there the world is full of swift divide, I know
that I can’t keep you by my side forever,
but your morning voice is full of love
a pair of deep blue startled eyes, and when
I leave to live my life I’ll always hear your sleep filled cry.
”Where are you now, my morning Aria?”