Pisces lover
by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
ripples of lazy
mountain streams
or the cry of a dolphin
far away in the guiding
light of the sea.
Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
His breathe of sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy meadow.
And when he touched
me with his fingertips
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
As he swam in the
deep waters of the
picean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.