Overlooking the Golden gate with you
spelled out a cursive awed affection
against the blended silhouette
of a sultry Beatnik skyline.
Miles of highway behind us
a weekend magnificently manifesting
love’s howling alluring waves
with a charmed cotton warmth
I’d not known through history’s
intricate honeyed chambers.
Your hand nestled perfectly in mine
as we traversed the landscape
beneath towers of spoken word jazz.
The syncopated melodies extracted
a seductive curve of sparkling notes
from your beautiful green eyes.
The way your skin…
seemed to comfort and sooth
as I held you in my arms.
Sleep penetrated the horizon
of our lonely unconscious pillows
welcoming us with the distinctive
spreading comforts of hugging dreams.
Overlooking the Golden Gate
I nuzzled into who you were
…and felt you smile.