I
You don't ever mind
Garlic, onions or sweat.
You kiss me anyway
And I let you.

II
You thrill me to no end.

III
The shadows ebb and flow,
Gently crawling, through
Twilight as the dreamscape fades
And I am restless

IV
Hovering
Almost, but not quite
Yet discernable.
Then a spark;
An idea, a thought, a dream
And it was there all along
Inside me, waiting
Simply to be acknowledged.