Every time I see you, I make a wish-
a dream upon the star of falling tides and beaches,
and little houses in the sand,
where every time you greet me, you pull me up into your arms
and spin me around like I am a little girl,
and my dress can’t decide which way it wants to billow,
so it furls around my legs
and I am caught in your face.
Your eyes speak to me, and then your lips,
as they lean, gently as the lapping water, against my own.
Every time I see you, I wish upon a scene I’ve lived before
in a different time and different place
with other winds swirling about our minds.
Every time I touch you it is new again
and some things cannot be experienced with open eyes.