in your dancing eyes

like soft embers of the fire
the shimmering of evening's mingling light
catches a restless reflection in your eyes
blue and green-gold flecks dance
upon my heart, captivated with your smile
a rosebud prisoner of your love —
hold me tenderly, for my thorns
have not yet been pruned
breathe in my impatience
let our dance begin
like soft embers of the fire
igniting the phial which will dilute our passion
into a perfumed essence called love


in your dancing eyes
[2008.13.12…b]