The eraser

 

I’m in enchanting fascination with life

when you melt to joy in my embrace,

Pleasure swimming on the wings of

freedom in my rushing blood,

Joyfully the sun setting around me,

The light in your eyes

dwarfing the looming darkness around,

Your touch crafting a sweet tenderness,

Excitement pulsing through

our shared identity,

The expansive sweeps of time

narrowed to the tiny

curve of your lips.

 

Now when the fairy lights are off

and transitory rewards gone,

If an eraser must be

for all those moments,

let it be a soft one,

not hard like wire bristles,

I hope

that's not asking much.