tasting sky
the jet black persona of night
is in every breath
and no breath is unseen
for the frost is everywhere
including the conversation
yet our ability to
have a bout of smiles
and a very well sharpened need
to use tunnel vision
makes everything that happened
around us just background and noise
because I am transported
to a far away place where I
only wish to
see you, hear you, touch you
even the distant echo of moon
could not distract with its
wide and shining
and brightly lighting face
as my wide eyes
take you in