You, again

I gather birthmarks on your skin

And throw them into the blue sky

When the night lights its lamps

I find your base-tone in its million stars

I gather your voice in my cupped hands

And splash sweet sad glitters on my face 

When silence deepens its dark shadows 

I find a star-kissed curve in the mirror

I gather shared smiles of a darkened room

And sprinkle on my day's first coffee, last sigh 

When dreams weave a tangled web of desire

I find your steady hand upon my heart