I love the way you rest your head on mine
and hold my hand so soft against your chest;
the warming of your touch, the time to find
the ways of love when flight deserves a rest.
Upon your eyes I gaze as your intent
inflows into the deepest part of me;
coffee and a cake, memories that went
before us like the passing of the day...
that rush of urgent, mountain air that cried
in broken syllables, but then held sway
as night was ours and you were by my side,
as atmosphere was Saturday well spent.
Mt. Washington and city lights below,
cathedral light and light of inner glow.