Dusky- –
your eyes gloss me
liquid moon glow.

Entranced by the warm
light of you- -peering
through the night,
I leap
from the ledge of self- –
forever changed
in this sweetest falling- –
into the green-gold
glow of you
catching me- –
a single feather
in your palm.

On the way
to your heart
I cascaded
fresh peach kisses
over your soul.

Sometimes- –
love needs
no explanation
for falling.

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.