My mollycoddle

I see you within and without the white sheets of our love
the silhouettes of our love rise and fall - undulating.
for all the folly ,for all the wisdom
for all the strings of freedom we chasten
as we stay and as we move on by
I look at you to steal an eye........

Your thoughts are the fur
to the bloat coat I make of your meaning to me.
And as the contours in your eyes blur
they obliviously soothe my weening to be.

In the making of these coats and drapes
I wonder what this festoonery is all about.
And how less powerful
love should have been.

In my little boots I carry you
like you in your arms carry me ,
only less physically
and less metaphorically
and less practically
but the you in you , I do ferry.

I have to sometimes uncover you within
to seek you without
like some kid soaring high with a colorful kite,
oh that acclivity
and your little footsteps in my eyes,shining discrete,
and as you glance back
with that innocence
I stand smiling for the vicious sins I can be
for that single moment
for that single lifetime.