Tonight it rains in my heart

and as the storm rages,

your voice summons the night

like a luscious dream of melancholy;

and I dare not speak,

for any utterance would shatter

this cathartic scheme of agony;

And I love your face,

the refinement of all human grace;

how precious the seconds I steal

to glance at that face!

to study every move

treasure the imperfections

then dream away in oblivious retreat

unchained;

Drunk I am

Sober I wish not be,

for your face is

this perfect twist in my sobriety

Sept 17, 2016