hesitation within a comma

There were always conversations

between

the coffee poured

and

the morning light filtering through the shadows of the wisp of your hair

as it fell across muted shadows of the newspaper.;;

words upon paper you felt were more real than the algorhythms of empty fractions

within an electronic space of non-reality. 

I would smile 

as  your light laugh would cross the words of an editorial

and your eyes would find the dance of a moment

caught between the movement of clouds.

The heartbeat  betweeen us

would hold hands with  a solitary beam of sunlight

cascading across the patterns 

within

the weave of a dance;

a hesitation in vowels and prepositions;

a simple wisp of coffee

as the curtains billowed in the morning air;

a wind of musical notes 

as the bees sang a melody of windchimes in the garden;

bach

perhaps finding

the romantic moment when

motion becomes part of the composition.

when

ice skates across a summer's dream

and 

winter

finds love in the blooming of morning glories

while bees

create  a symphony

within the  love between morning words;

a poem of dance

when your smile touches mine

admidst 

billowing curtains in a morning breeze;

a moment

upon the wind 

when morning glories beckon the  rhythym of motion.

A dance is always  in perpetuity between the fractions of human words;

a hesitation before we skate in dance across the heartbeat of footfalls

that always find our way home to billowing curtains;

bees singing in the garden when the morning glories bloom.

always in perpetuity.