My love
like a tall slim street lamp
illuminates each room she graces
barefooted and breathtaking
in ripped jeans
and quiet brilliance
Not far from her reach
a country morning hums
dinner plate dahlias burst
untamed oak trees dance
Our souls stir, slowly
still intertwined
in last night's dreams
wrapped in soft white sheets
and boundlessness
A home, our home -
at the end of a dirt road
amid almond trees and wild flowers
And, the sweet bliss of finding the very woman
you were born to love.
For Melinda Lee