off key

by Jason Alan

when i met her

her kisses were slightly

off key

and when she looks at me

her eyes taste like morning dew

when she speaks

ringlets of grey-blue (is it smoke?)

invite the day

her words smell like sunrays

bouncing off white sand

her subtle approach to me

invokes peace among soldiers

in some war torn land

when we make love

it sets the tide in motion

when we climax

lovers in another galaxy feel it

on the beach of an azure ocean

her sleep feels like silk strands

and as I watch her next to me

her dreams float upward and outward

spiraling

creating images too grand to see

and to this day

her kisses are still slightly

off key

and I still love her