Tender Virtuoso

I taste you on the wind,
The scent of warm October,
Dancing behind my eyes like little bubbles.

Kiss me in that simple way you always do.
Give me the moon on a string,
I'll hold it beneath my feet and wait to rise with Jupiter.

Take these thoughts,
Though they fray so at the ends,
And nurture them back to proper etiquette.

This
       is
          forever
               falling
      under
sweet
           surrender

Wrap me up in ocean waves,
Blanketed in warped sea foam,
Salted and tended for longevity.

My tender virtuoso,
Sing me a smile to suppress despondency
And I'll paint you delight in words and phrases