Waxing Quixotic[POETRY]

To SEG

Sizing me up with your smoldering eyes, your love beckons

To me—longing to intertwine my fingers in yours, lace them through

Elongated blades of grass, as you and I spend time 'away from here'—

Pick wild flowers, frolicking, skirting somewhere along Central Park and

Heaven; time continues to develop in laden sepia tones, transporting

Every kiss from our technicolor world—I have met infinity—between the

Newness of your lips, before the frozen landscape of love; after the fall.