Warm lips and a soft waist,
you wait for me.
My emotions a kaleidoscope.
Your blonde hair fans out
over the grey silk pillow.
Your smile is a candle,
your anger a cactus.
You curl and curve and call,
and what am I before that?
I am happy in your orbit,
fingers laced together,
eye to eye, green to brown.
None of us are who we used to be.