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