to the one,
i give:
the sylphic dance motes hung in quiet lair,
stars flensed from midnight-sky above our patch of home,
the chatoyant sun splashing over breakfast.
i give:
the redolence of coffee as we bask in its secret lore,
these pallid bones heaped from swell Spring turning,
our sudor swathed in petrichoric embrace.
i give:
the cardinal kiss announcing my ardour afresh,
the gentle music collected from hands poised in writing,
the cursive smoke gliding along the hall.
i take:
these moments for eons.
these particles for us.
this long echo of flesh.