the length between travleing hands
reflecting the soft orange hues of the light in the room
catches the beauty of the body in motion
blooming soft smiles
and the occasional peace of laughter
between breaths

discovery is painting
a warm pastel portrait
of colors colliding on a pallet
of irish porcelain
splashing in a puddle of fading youth
as we watch the time speed past our eyes

the length of heart i let you travel
plays my inhibitions like guitar strings;
melodies rise and fall
on sleep-heavy eyelids

i woke up in the frost
of a 4 o'clock december morning
and found myself lost
in the expanses of you.