Violet

We were reclined, entwined
Like two recumbent vines
Stretching across.
Winding, winding. Finding time
In which to listen to
Gravel grinding on a sleepy
Shore.
Spreading, blooming.
Thin spiderweb veins on the skin of the sky.
Shining, shining.
Dancing slow upon the violet velvet,
In love with the night.
Looking back,
Not wanting the sun to catch up.
We were molded, melted.
Two autumn candles whispering.
Singing silent songs to windy windows
From the sill where we watched.
Gazing at distant blue,
Entrancing hue,
Our place of play before the day.
Sleeping, dreaming.
Lights in the night, streaming.
Flown from the world to shimmer with the stars.
Shining, shining.
Dancing slow among them.
In love with the silken night.
Your skin,
Velvet.
Looking back,
Praying the sun will never catch up.