Reverie Unveiled

Dawn blurs the room with soft light.
On your back, you reveal dreams
mixed with tales of your youth -
that lonesome fox hiding.

My tears came not for your pain
but for that quixotic modesty
of endurance, for the long
breath of living memory.

Now your image pink as morning
closes the distance between time
and trust like a wellfed puppy
stretches its soft belly up.

Your head is heavy in my lap;
my fingers comb back your bangs.
Avowals of love are so loud;
they shatter dawn’s peace.

But when reverie is unveiled
in a whisper, I know:
of all the routes taken to
intimacy, grace prevails.