Over your gray and white oval marble-top kitchen table,
the meeting of our eyes makes the room grow brighter.
Our faces, layer after layer, become so vibrant
the light appears to crest in waves.
We have become changed by it, nothing can be
the same after it. When I bend down to touch
the shape of deer tracks in the damp sand, it is in
the same way I place my fingers over your body.
When I stand beside a freshet in a meadow
the sun catches the rings of the water's long ripples
in the wind, that is the same glimmer we hold
when our eyes meet in the kitchen over
your gray and white oval marble-top table.
Every day for the rest of my life, yours is the face
I want to see when I awake in the morning.