Goodnight Poet

you’re my goodnight poet
you are…

while your eyes
reflect the blueness
of your spring-filled heart
you take me back
to springs I’ve locked away
full of beautiful innocence
and unfinished sunsets
and soft hands
slipping gently
into mine..

read the love
between the lines
and color it
with the passion
in your heart

you’re my goodnight poet
you are…

as my thoughts
brush back your hair
I dream lips
inches from your neck
that quiver
when I whisper
in your ear…
“goodnight, poet…”