until the september equinox ...

in the winter,
i will watch you from afar
and fall to bed
wrapped in the warm, woven folds
of anticipation
then wake up and wash off
the crimson that kissed me
into colorful dreams.

in the spring,
i am awake and in bloom,
a beacon for your light.
a bird in flight,
floating along
the winds of change.

in the summer,
we are careful yet careless,
burning deep fires of mystery,
sweating from the proximity
and scared to burst
into flames.

in the fall,
you are the queen before the sea
and the branches of doubt
that fall away from me
in the quiet, cool air,
that whispered the birth
of our love,
of our love ...