All Night

Stand still, decide where your eyes will stray
Do something with that strand of hair.
Speak slowly, in words like brushstrokes
Bright with the colours on your tongue.

Trace the rhythm of this next breath
A momentary wave on the smooth sands
Running along next to your heart.

The skin on the palms of your hands
Has grown old. Smile
And hope someone will memorize the lines.

Stand still, until I see the twinkle in your eye.

The familiar wood of the floor shines
And a photograph pinned to the fridge
Reminds you who you are.
See behind you; flour, sugar, spice
The warm lights that gently stroke your arm
And mingle in your hair.

Stand still, until, in your eye
That twinkle swells
With reminiscences and pain.