You in Bloom
I build my day on your kiss
my hope scaffolding up from your arms like little vines
building up and on, stretching--
up into blossoms, consuming--
mighty with bliss in the sunlight!
And if I could stand minute on your shoulder, hiding in your hair
(warm in your shirt collar)
to whisper my love and your worth to unbelieving you,
I would. All the day,
I would.
And the world would wonder at
the blooming of you,
in the fat blue morning glories of my love.
