It’s the endless hours staring at
Spring buds pursing their lips
Waiting for the moment they unfurl to kiss the thick fertile air…
No.
It’s the adrenaline of a fish wagging her tail
Fast
     Faster
          Faster!
Until she tears through the surface tension out the tiny fish bowl
Gurgling with mirth into the deep embrace of the vast generous ocean,
No…
It’s the transparent tints of hand-crafted glassware cre e p i  n   g
Stealthily across the white cotton curtains
Billowing the rhythm of our breathing,
Yours deep
Mine hurried and shallow…
But it’s more, there’s more!
It’s the thick trunk of the old oak tree in my backyard
Still growing
Its young leaves tickling my cheek as I press it tightly
Against the bark and I hug and squeeze and never want to
Let it go,
It will be forever mine, I tell myself,
You forever mine
And all this I feel, all this I want
All this I dream of, I dream of
Opening my arms wide
With every secret glance I flicker
At you.