Tempted by the elliptical curls of your distinct red hair,
I am flooded by your stream-smooth reality
yet still I float calmly to your swaying surface
to meet your lips.
In the silence of your closed eyes
I hear the soft trail of your searching steps
echo silently against the vibrant, wind beaten landscape,
and I smile because I know:
when the translucent wings of the dragonfly
pause against a contrasting flower top
and he turns his brilliant oval eyes toward you –
you become the sky.