A Gift
(the evening’s edge while buffed with frost)
and curling in our over-stuffed
drinking something hot and thick
a recipe of my concoction(and after all I ever wanted)
to find behind your ear
the music a breath might make
if a breath is a second wet snow
a thumb tip silver tinder boxopen it
free the light of animated moon
(over so many years)
I never should have promised
what I hope for
softlymay I return the senses
to chocolate and smooth skin
may I untie(simple as the ribbon you wear)
how you send me
