stairs

Like eternal light touching ancient ground
his shadow appears to me.
Then his eyes are falling down at me,
its summer and I'm standing in the rain.
His eye enamel touches my skin because
he knows I swear of tempera dirt all over my body.
He surrounds me like a cave and my heartbeat
becomes a heartbeat of a mountain.
As his wolf voice touches an ice crystal
love becomes the red juice stain on a child's T-shirt.
Perhaps that is how our fog gathers
in one place to have central gravitation.
''These stairs are too close to the sun,
it's a different world above the clouds, you know.'', I say.
''So surrender my friend, otherwise
we are both going to burn out.'', he whispers.

have you ever composed poetry for deep down poets....?? I have such a canny feeling