when a bird's song I may enjoy
as the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn
and there comes no sound from the telephone or door.
Hold me close as the sun plays with shadowswhen the curtains of our room blow wide
as our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day
and seagulls scavenge across the falling tide.
Know me when the day is newly born, my lovewhen the spirit within this aging body is content
as I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips
and inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment.
(From the books Kairos, 10 Love Poems, and Collected Poems)