old poem #2

I would like to describe you as the great poets of our modern time

have the skies

the lines aside your eyes

running together as rivers

the corners of your smile 

rising high like the writer's

hand 

above the empty page

endless and open

your irises the horizon on my shining night

twinkling and swirling in the dappled golden light

dancing softly on your cheeks

as they lightly fall and fly

back up again

your lips the centerpiece

a language i have learned from your teach-

ing. I lavish your lashes long and fine

each time you blink and let your eyelids lie

how i love to watch you smile.

you will never be

 my only one, 

  my dearest love,

   my morning son.

but you are made of all things heavenly, certainly —

I think I'd like to keep you,

at least through the winter months — 

so that your exuberant warmth 

may prance throughout my heart

a sweet serenade

you are a long-forgotten art.