The Lovers

I want to walk with you as Lovers do to see the wild geese soar above our heads like seraphim rejoicing heavens blue, lush emerald groves, and sunsets apple-red. My love, I want to read your favorite poems, to sing your cherished songs, divine your dreams-- I yearn to touch, to know your body's thrum all awash in light of silver moonbeams. My darling, how I long to memorize the spectrums of your aura, of your soul I want to see mandalas in your eyes; to nourish you until your heart is full. Our love could be a rainbow wonderland; oh, how I long to hold your weary hand.