Blurred Colors

It's amazing how much time new
lovers spend awake in bed,
counting every moment as a
precious grain of sand.
Whispers and soft chuckles and
the world becomes less clear.
Colors blur when feelings stir;
the heart does not feel fear.
Deep pull of something tidal,
perhaps the psyche sees -
the shifting of a paradigm,
a subtle, sweet, warm breeze.

Each kiss could last for hours,

one glimpse for many days.

What wonder in a lover's voice;

such beauty in their gaze.

Walls, so quickly, they come down,

as vulnerability drifts away.

Touch of a hand can make the worst

of bad days far less gray. 

Embrace could level mountains;
could make the whole world shake.
Invincible, love makes us feel-
a quest worth every stake.