We have this flirtation me and you--
never quite able to see your face.
Watching you while all alone.
Sometimes you write my night
with scrolls of silken words
saying love notes upon the dark sky.
I would blast my way off to visit,
find myself sick and falling free
with foot falls that stir up dust.
So very fine this dust, like powder
for your nose; is this how you hide
when you fall in and out of view.
I could be tip-toe tripping as I skim
along your surface, in search of the key
to unlock all your hidden secrets…
Fine jewels, maybe. Fine mist
of watery wealth, a mother lode
of exotics but even so I would leave you.
Earthbound I am here to paint the moon
like a shadow boxer, creeping toward bedtime.
Icicle licked, that’s more than flirtation.
It’s a foothold into tomorrow
past all these years, I see you now I don’t
wander the clouds of our lives.