I love you as the night hangs gently from your

brow, playing towards a twinkle, determined to

turn your lips ( revealing the bliss meant for us) gentle red.

I love you as the sea laps salty on the sand,

receding waters smoothly cascading

across the vast beautiful coastline before ebbing into blue.

I love you as a tree stretches for the sun for

it knows nothing else energized by the effort before winter, after,

half of it will return in bloom, better (for the trouble), into green.

© Phillip Scott, 2019. www.phillipkscott.com/blog