Horace

I wandered just close enough to your face
for my eyelashes to dance with your pores

kissed you 'til I lit up your ruddy apple cheeks
as if summer's blush would stray from the sun
just enough to capture the brightness dancing down
through your hair so jarred by wind's sudden presence

and I am just drunk enough off the light
to wish that I could wake up to dawn's smile
shyly peeping through our blinds;

the heat impairing my judgment just enough
to make me want to stay the night
so that I

could catch the gentle lady-moon as she fell asleep;

dance with her tides
while you held me in your arms

but I have drowned my thoughts in poetry;
its rasping last breaths fighting the expanses of my seas
and I have capsized, so carpe diem (and seize your day)