How do your eyes show me the universe?
Your smile each constellation’s glowing crest?
Why do you appear in moonlight, traverse
vast space transparent, your psyche compressed
in my every atom? Last night I dreamed
you held my hand to your cheek, your fever
spreading through me. I welcomed it like streams
of sunlight in winter. “I’ll conceive her
greatest verse,” my silent mind confided,
yet you smiled as if you heard. Then I smiled.
Celestial dream! Lovers, we resided
by some great ocean, endless breezes mild
embraces to our skin, our fingertips
tracing soft, sacred crescents of our lips.
Roger Armbrust
November 3, 2014
