i.
If on this day
your voice should find me
tone and timbre do caress
receptive soft pink shells
trickling awareness
tricking pulse
thickening atmospheres
as warm fog covets
hugging lonely shores
trailing moist trace
over yearning flesh
keening touch of you
in dream renewed
ii.
On just such a day
thoughts do follow
ripples sighing through
citrus bursts of morning sun
chest filled warmly swells
to first rays want rises
as this very moment
lays inscribed inside
words awakening spark
forms taking action
begin dancing free
cross awaiting skin
iii.
When on this day
will enables way
into tenderest part
of heart plucked pulse
where your essence dwells
midst cherished memory
of times becoming keepsakes
kept moments life relinquished
in breadth for love to breathe
stretching limbs into reaches
seeking deeper purchase
of a whole being
enraptured by taste
of souls synced
