Talon

I can think of a dozen
reasons to walk away.

I forget them all...

...caught up in the swing of your coat,
the wrinkling of your jeans,
your fascination with eagles,
every bend and curl of your hair.

You smell of wild places
of melodies spare, arching and clear.

I imagine you floating high above
indigo mountains, sharp blue eyes
with the ability
to outline heart and soul.