I found you, dreamsoft boy, in the space between waking
loved you in the honeylicking flames in that bruisepressed morning
reached into that easyaching place with tempest waves soft as feathers
i have found you in that place beside us where we let our togetherself become
touched with gentle fingers those hazy winegrapes we grow to bind our wrists together
explored our tangled vines and pools, tasted the love brimming from the toothsome fruits of bodymind april season budding
it's no wonder i fell for you in spring
falling, still falling, into that fragrant dew between our toes and the new dirt and buried myself feet first to grow
i'll grow with you into any orchard we could, bear any fruit we can put between our lips , and bloom lotus flowers to take into our teeth and and line our tender eyelids
we'll be fields of rippling poppies and vaporous smoke breaths, we'll cloud the spaces between stars with our exhales gasping vinous
the windows fogged with ardor
i wake with you in that place half dreaming, i wake with you in my body, i'm holding your hand in that naked doorway and i know that you'll breath together with me
breath to take downy flight, chest rising with mine to glide into wakelove, feel that raw scrape of the pounding heartstir
my eyes are open and i can see the rain out the window, i wake and i want as if they were the same
i stir into this newbecoming day with your cool lips against mine
soft in the morning to soothe the tender left by dusk, you're mine in this nodding sunlight and this deepspring dawning
i'm yours as we bid the day's blossoms to bloom with the sun
it's still raining out the window
there's water for us to grow
and if i wake before you? then part of me is dreaming
i'll feel you in the parts of me still red and scraped, kiss you gently into waking  
it won't always be spring, my love
so i'll trace your face with this rainwater, i'll lie with you with the window open
i'll brush you with dew, let it bead on your soft skin
we'll keep it there as april exhales into may
keep it there to drink, to  anoint  each moment into becoming,  anoint ourselves amaranethine and swelling
i'll memorize the way our mouths feel when we say our names against eachother
the secret, my love?
no one season can stop us from growing