SOMETIMES, YOU

Sometimes I feel like
something good is about to happen
so I sing.
Have I ever told you I like
the way you pin your hair in
a bun, perpendicular to your chin,
the chin that holds your lips, your lips
curved like symphony.
It is your hair I love, it
It is that coconut smell, and those
wisps on your neck,
arousing a mood tender, fleeting
like the plume of a plane. Where
I am searching for dreams I cannot
find behind
those fine lines of black - breaking
for the sun to shine.
Sometimes I know
some things I can never have