Those gentle evenings

Where cherry blossoms fall

And gather in the curve of your back

Where candlelight and bergamot

Breathe softly in my ear

Where lullabies slip

From your sighing smile

And clouds sweep ebullient

Like candy floss dreams

Across your silent stare

 

Those late nights

When you are sleeping

And my thoughts are left

To dwell inside once more

Of debt and diet and

The creeping assault of time

When even the contented purr

Of the blissful feline

Ceases not the lassitude

Felt inside my bones

 

Those early mornings

When I open the window

And the soft womb beams

Of the incipient sun

Paint hope on the walls again

When you wake beside me

Smelling of rest and beauty

With porcelain skin

And china eyes

 

Those are the times

I find my cellar door.