yours is the face
I saw in my dreams
and I have to see
if you exist where I have seen
I am looking at the shiny surface
of my watch
to predict how long it will be before you
let me be near you again
there are stones all along the mantle
and a onyx night is out of
the giant pane of glass
and we do not ever want to leave
beneath the tree was a
tiny box for that long ago
and we have to finished our drinks before
it is time to show the
customary gathering of our senses
into a relaxing tub of comforters
if the statue by the fireplace
has the amount of movement we both will show
as the wearing on of the light
may I tell you that my best memory this year
is being with you from
that first night we met


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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