On one knee

Your hair golden
Brown like bourbon,
The smell of jasmine,
A tonic sweet
To ease the spasms
In my brain.
To inject my thighs
With a will that keeps
Me running
Over mountains
To meet you once more
On the valley green
Under speckled moonlight
With a touch of April rain.
Your tears running
Hot down my throat
Burning the threads
Of loosely woven dreams
Into a starless black felt.
I hear the motor of the cab,
Like belching laughter
In a roadside bar,
Driving you to Paris
With a meter that quit
Long before I thought
To say I love you.