Maybe it flows to me

I see you when I least expect it
and when I doubt
then you appear
and always in my doubt,
I see your eyes seeing mine
as you sweep across my view

I really can’t wonder enough
to satisfy a smile when you bend one
and I can think
maybe it’s for me
and I feel
homeless

senseless

graceless,
I feel when the air blows
off of you
and I think 
maybe it flows to me

you spin within me
blue silk scarf spread 
hand to hand
above your head
and I think of you
as a waterfall

do you?

do you feel
the reach beyond your hands
where they touch
the sliding dreams,
where they kiss 
the edge of sleep?

whisper, 
like hollow birds
in crystal garments
where the light breaks and fades
but the moon remains full
with the heaviest dreams
and I –

I would wrap you in silk
the shade of my smile
and you could wear my kisses
on your skin
like henna

I want to leave you 
senseless

wantless

breathlessly speaking my name
breathing out
now
breathing in, 
to flow your way to me