fluttering so gladly
within your midts
a season less sparrow
all a glitter on the vine
so soft and lovely
ere as lovely as only
love gets
where as you
my lithe and olive healthy
mine
so sweetly cage me
with
your wonder warmth and wit
I am yours
unmarred
by the ever passing of
mere mortal time
yet to that recluse
we've named tomorrow
we spend on her every
affordable dime
we call such blind endeavor
an investment
when in reality we are
taking from the certainty
of today
to loan it to a moment that
may never come................
Melissa
(written Dec 24,2003 3am)