As loath to cease breathing

the briefest interruption -count in minutes-

of young lovers begins, as so much,

with an exchange: the parting kiss.

    Thoughtfully curry-combing horses before 

one long dark trek; sharing silently 

the feast to safeguard against famine.

    Art's lady, you draw a timeless moment into time;

giving the perfect answer without a question being asked.

    Heart so tried, yours is the desperate offer 

a proud ocean makes for an assurance from the moon.

    But all of us in second-hand light see how

        you glow! My oh my, you glow.