my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.