Sunday, November 06, 2011


this one's dedicated to my Scott. 

If I could kiss your eyes until you see stars and the skies,
could you paint our tomorrow’s until your brush-hand tires?
I would dance through the breeze for you,

(the one I’d command to caress the skin I crave to
breathe in)

I’d hold your hand, giving it firework-sparks
to ignite the same your touch invokes
in me

Hopefully, and wishfully, and dreamfully then,
you’d be able to paint,

what you want the next day to unfold
and inspire in us what we both dare
to dream

I’d dance
(or pose)
until you can’t escape the vision
of the cloud-canvas overcome by the burn-marks of our
the capture of our tomorrow
and the lipstick stain from the daring little act
that is no longer just an


Anonymous said...

This one brought tears to my eyes as usual! I see the capture of tomorrow for you two and it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!

Anonymous said...

That was Brig btw. Its putting me under anonymous lol!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing this link. This is very beautiful. I love the love and the magic - perfect and lovely title too! - K

McScott said...

I just realized I never posted on here to thank you for the poem - only in person. :)

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you how much I loved reading this.

You're wonderful, and our dance is like no other. No one else can move to our dance. We're our own tango, and the steps are hidden in our hearts. I love you!