October Language Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

october language
you talk to me in a
whirl
I just want to know one thing
is your
heart
full of me?
over-flowing with me,
like good wine?

Do you dream of me and wake in the morning to a gentle storm?

Do you daydream, stars across your eyes, glowing in the quiet?

do you sit and stare at my photos willing them animated?
because if you do
i will wear
a Japanese robe for you
and dance all night until
the Sun itself rises
and i will stay like that in my heart
full of wow,
and golden ships will be blowing in the waves