My slipping my hand into yours
may be the slyest action I take
before daybreak..
Dream being such effortless invitation.
Where were you
when stars draped the blue black sky
and outlined pine crowns pressed the horizon?
My breath need not search yours,
the balance of inhale
and release
requests no reminders.
The next time I catch your lips behind my ear,
I’ll be listening to your invisible passing
with more than a smile.