Even In Silence
My thoughts range to you,
a quiet search across horizon,
a kinesis with wherever your skin might recall
a touch, a delicious sweep, a sweet accentuate delight of you.
I can see you today,
in that sort of fantastical way,
to imagine your sensuous persona
walking through fields that May
allow my own romantic notion
to feel the constant sway
of you, of that way, of every day.
I do think of you,
and you are always near my heart.
It is a very simple visual, a pleasure,
when in your eyes I can lose my way.