a slow fuse,

      a longing span
    from heart to fire
   work  knowing  hands,
            as gentle as
    the warmth that swims
         the tropic sea's
        midnight lagoon's
         black stillness.
          Mirrored Stars
        upon sir's face
         above / below
    the suns all race
  along their tracks
 or bit the dust of
     little globes
  we stay to touch
       the distance.
     She Hides Within
    her tingling  keys
   where i can see them
              glittering
       between the cracks
          that lack desire
         to hide her world,
           just fence it in.
           My Eyes Are Drawn
                unto her gate,
    set so firmly in its place,
           Latched From Without,
               i smile, no doubt,
                 with but a touch
               (i choose not rush)
             she'll free the catch.
               I'd Best Stand Back
                to break her fall,
    save her from our eager self
            and leave us empty,
               all burned out,
         without the freedom
            of child's play
     which we would rather
         filled our days'
               success.
    So Take Your Time,
      my timid friend.
     Your shyness only
          makes me grin,
    And I'm abAshed, full
   as can be  of waiting for
                  uncertainty's
                        intentions.