You are a telescope dreamer of Orion eyes

I'm trapped in a kaleidoscope of shaded white lies

You lead me, as if on cue, over matchstick bridges

Swallowing dainty sentences I forced you to abridge

Your skin radiates an aura of Bohemia

That's so tangible, I feel almost invisible

In my common place beatnik wedding dress

Spellbound by the fragments of your voice

Infected with a universal stance and poise

Reminiscent of Byronic crusader

A saturnine finesse.