Blown free.

An intimate time-travelling lift to your beautiful eyes, traced
back along a feather brushed dash of crushed colour,

blown free,

holding me firmly in a soft-focus storm of pure light, as it all rides
around the waves, that are the emotional whirls of you.

A light spirit that touches everything, that keeps
you warm, that brushes against every fine angle and
curve in blue jeans.

Seamed edges draw against everything I would too
faintly throw past them, in hesitancy.

The night takes you away, and I have no idea
how I would hold you. Still, with a heartfelt smile ...

... I long to see you with me.