her dimples,
to kiss them,
pour wine in them
and drink,
lap from them,
a harmless dog,
yielding.
those sea eyes,
thumb to brush hair from them,
cradle the wide world gently,
her celestial conglomerate,
my shelter,
her safe
angelic cosmos.
scanning seas,
green-blue or neither,
some new shade
nature never thought
to create.
soul, struggle,
that musical ghost,
spring through chest,
carry her through time.
Joy & Ruin 