a ribbon caught in the afternoon wind

drifting in the ebb and flow of  gusts that roll,

 taking a ride from the sill off the seventh floor

on a day when time was and is again

a silk blue kiss against the houston skyline,

dancing a ballet between bridged towers

and swirling like the rich aroma from 

an uncorked bottle of wine.

rising over newly erected cubicle homes,

house of cards resting on

dusted dreams and slight of hand,

concrete and asphalt in place of land,

except for a maze of forest green

protruding from frames in the sidewalk

where i sit with you,

the fabric makes its way through,

gingerly falling in the air,

grazing my cheek

- i quiver at its touch -

and finally resting on my shoulder.

laughter shakes the silence,

perfect timing in an already perfect day,

your eyes sparkling brightly

as my smile gives everything away,

no need to hide a thing,

no need to make a move,

for all is as it was meant to.

 lovingly your hand reaches into

waiting waves of hair,

braiding locks and fingers and indigo threads  

into a tightly wrapped chord between

whispered breaths that

move over my skin like the sun

 and soar as freely as

a ribbon caught in the afternoon wind.