Though each flickering be doused and sunlight wanes to burn no more, I still love you. I sit at the edge of your bed sipping coffee from a yellow mug. The Earth warms your wings about me, as your fingers stroll my chest.
Tomorrow is a fortune cookie left on the plate with the check unpaid.
If a month ago you had told me I would love you, I'd laugh and load up. Now, I tremble and kiss your breasts while you sleep. My lips taste your warm flesh and these white blossoms are Dogwood blooms to hold and cherish.