no greater moment

[threeplusfire]

drifting sound, leaves and air outside your window, behind our heads. sometimes I want to kick off my shoes and curl up on your futon, lay my head on your knee and talk all night long while we hold our glasses, the ones like mine like yours. there is no greater touch, no greater moment. in you are narrative photographs wrapped in strands of wire, american sunlight, faded velvet earth tones and glints like silver. I want to see with pale green eyes, starshine bright, the comet and the midday sun, into my arms. your smile makes me spin, joyful.