Baby Love
The dream that we share
is like a starfire blossom
bursting into a hungry bear
after honey, after ransom.
We don't think to ask why
lovers propagate the path
that the Sun takes to sky
after dawn, after bath.
Mooning over mountains
'round the corner it peaks,
light flowing from fountains
after we ask, after it seeks.
Light colors us baby-love,
pressing me against you.
It paints with a golden glove
after bubbles, after blue.