Wondrous humble as I briefly held your hand in mine
The eyes oft dreamt in mine for the briefest breaths
But held now infinite in the frame of this proclaimed time
The pulse regains strength and fight the urge to weep
As I head south on the 101
It rained, I only remember it now, as you were the centerpiece
In the stain glass of my mind, the foci topaz
The color of light, the bright of your smirk
The dimples, the hair
The moment always
Your smile radiates along the frame entire
Soft sullen laconic brass welled in my heart and eyes
The softs of your gentle hand
A song on the periphery of my consciousness
Mellowed by fine tequila
And here in the confines of sheets
I long to think of you
The rain tumbling down in joy.
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