One day 
Like a shaft among shadows, 
Direct and determined as a weapon, 
Your voice, soft against my ear, 
Like a breeze reaching the edge 
Of a rabid ocean, 
And the glow of your grey eyes
- two full moons- 
melting like sundown in the rearview 
Of a quiet drive, 
The thought of your kiss, 
Like suspended silence between a clash 
Of wild thunder, 
Brought forth onto this stoic face 
A smile.