the way things are

when

I

am with

you

&

you

are with

me,

there is a

sense of

cinnamon sweet

well-being--

it seeps

through the

floor cracks,

warms

my toes.

the light is

golden,

the impulses

of scarlet

heat.

we talk

of nothing

that is

of everything

and still

of us.

peace lays

gently

upon my shoulder—

with you,

I can

be.

I tell you this.

it is the highest

compliment

I have.