It is as if my mind were an ear and with the thought of you
an adagio, heavy as blue and warm as the rain drifts in.
Gently and slowly
beneath the mind’s iris
the notes dance.
And I wonder if you can feel me too,
as I step from the highway.
mantel of frost
moss and stone in my wake.
Deep in the mouth of this melodic
the dream deepens.
Some of you is naked,
the rest; night, moonless and starry.