A Love Poem

A.E. Bayne

Would the sky move more to your shape
if I looked upon its vast body with the reverence I give to you in my heart?
If I were to give the pool a bow,
a genuflection of faith,
would it breath ripples to form your exquisite face?
Would a strand of hair moving through the wind
become the last thought that you gave to me,
or I to you;
or would it snake away again, moving just beyond my fingertips?
Tonight I am listening,
as a shell to an ear sounds slick licking my eardrum,
hearing it speak your name.