Woven

Trembling fingers 

Weave 

The golden threads

Between us 

How many

Nights did we spend

Sitting on the 

Front porch

Trying to count all

The stars

In the vaporous 

Night sky

Enough

That when I 

Look to the heavens

All I see in the

Constellations

Is your smile

And when the chilly

Night wind

Pinches my cheeks

And rustles my hair

I feel your touch

And

Hear your voice

My body sings

As my shawl

Of shining gold

That I wove from

You and me

Warms my shoulders

And kisses my skin