The Power of Composition

(To Stefan)

Here beneath the clouded blue, we place soft hands
together— an applause before the sea, like two ships
that set sail into the horizon.

Here we join and touch lips, fingertip to fingertip, we
sing to the rhythm of a new song— buoyant on the blue,
our souls become one.

Here, my love, we slip into a new autumn, what is
ours, divine—exquisitely intact, where voice is poetry
that the breeze blends into the skin, softly into the bone.

Here, you are my tutor,... touch me gently, show me
all that is true. Feel the contour, beloved—thus is utter
adoration.

And as we release the butterflies from the sweetened
tongue, the waves swallow our toes like gentle stars
kissed by the night, where we compose the photograph,
our hearts, anchors reaching toward the shore.

-Cher
First draft
9/9/08