I thought I had everything I needed until
you

left me breathless

I hurried to pack a fine merlot, full-bodied and brie ..surely you love brie
I grabbed my wicker crate

Should I add grapes?
I forget, and of course rose petals …an abundance of red , and what music
But the ballad of my heart?

I don’t know —until
The northern stars lit
the milky way–across my sky

Blazing–
Just beyond your smokey eyed burn-
The only waterfall

I ever wanted to see–

Who knew
I only needed a queen sized blanket for two…the wind in your hair and time
To recite you.

If I needed a metaphor

it would not be cake but

the
perfect ratio of
carmel

and salt

just lingering under the open sky