times pass and i’ve thought
of loving you underneath whispers

by the river before sunrise, dew
threatening

sunlight like a crown around these citied jewels
blue orange navy. green.

please unwrap the strings from these arms.

i’ve thought of you past aging
trees and thoughtless colleagues teaching me otherwise
sing about beauty in daylight
perfumes made from lavender and lilac
and bathtubs of isopropyl alcohol.

your heart though is primordial
and beats to whisper shivering sand off rafters.

the secret is there in foggy grey and blue,
shimmering lives being kept elsewhere,

and from there i’ll draw out from you,
the beauty known in such moments

intimacy only for those who love at sunrise.