Destiny Killian
Earthen eyes of hazel
ground me
after our world has turned
topsy turvy
Six feet or six lightyears
the distant is irrelevant
I could travel the globe
yet fail to find your equal
Kyoto’s famed flowers
would turn green with envy
their pink petals shriveling
upon seeing the blush
that blossoms on your face
at my every compliment
The city of love could never compare
to jazz music lilting
through the living room all around
avoiding our klutzy attempts to keep rhythm
Hopefully we’ll be better at this
during our first dance, mon amour
Not even your Bel Paese
from which your family hails
has enough beauty to match
your melodious tone
We hum and sing and saute mushrooms
in your stepmother’s kitchen
imaging the day when we have a home of our own
Despite this dire past year
our love leads me
to places new yet so familiar
The circumference
of your arms,
a planet previously undiscovered,
now my whole world