I love you as
the night
hangs gently from your

brow, playing towards
a twinkle,
determined to

turn your lips (
revealing the bliss
meant for us)
gentle red.

I love you as
the sea laps salty
on the sand,

receding
waters smoothly
cascading

across the
vast beautiful coastline
before ebbing
into blue.

I love you as
a tree stretches for
the sun for

it knows nothing else
energized by the effort
before winter, after,

half of it will return
in bloom, better (for
the trouble),
into green

You can read more of Phillip’s writing at Reverie in reverse