As slow as the hair
rising on the nape of your neck
spins my calendar
around you.
Each of your fears and moods,
like faces of the moon,
mapped out below.
I know you,
like the beating of my heart.
Like the rising of my hand
to pluck again the flower of our love
and ease it through the keyhole
of another day.
So love is
day by day.
No,
second by second.
Each a jewel,
a splendid iridescence,
easing the flow
of our grave-ward journey.
Filling it with colour and music
and depth
and you.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
hi…
well this splendid piece of poetry … shows the imotions of love, which prevail in u .. soom seem pretty romantic… dude ur post reminds me of my love…. best wishes
–anujjha
I am glad.
Please do come to read again.
B
Beautiful. It made the hairs on my arms shiver.
Welcome back, Benjamin. You have been missed. 🙂
colour and music and depth and you… i want an autographed first edition of your poetry when you put it out.
i love this stuff
kim