Before you
how did I live?  
my past has drifted,
disintegrated into the mottled blue horizon
its pale sails a pinprick memory.

How did I spend my days
if not hammocked in your arms,
rocking on the laughing wind
above the earth
nesting with birds pooled near my heart?

How did I stand on my doorstep
purple clouds dripping black
with night
peeking starrily out through their soft breaks
without your kisses in my hair
hands pressed warm against my shoulderblades?

My recollection of all things past
is a haughty rumor;
your breath, your body
folded closely into mine
encompasses my world in this moment
holding me through each second
toward forever.

In your arms time is meaningless
I can truly be conscious.
Eyes I cannot describe
open me to living
Hands whose healing strength is unequaled
help me see the potential i my own life.

How did I spend my days
If not preparing my heart for this moment?