can I make
moonlit candle music
by melting shadows
in you?
the feel of my hands
along your eye.
you run a lost slip
of cloth
to my lips slowly.
above the silk
painting,
across and within you,
I held my fingers tight
withdrawing your hand
from my chest,
I can taste
the faint imagination
of release.
so vivid
to smile like you
saying my name.
can I make you?