To me, you are
warm rain
sweeping through
the barren desert
a fine mist seeping
into freshly turned
rich dark earth
fine chocolate
melting on my tongue
decadent and indulgent
the fire well stoked
hot in the early hours
of a bitterly cold morn
kisses brushed
softly across
the nape of my neck
tiny dust motes
basking golden in the sun
when before
they had passed unnoticed
like these moments,
I love you
whimsy~mimsy 