Harley and Jane

No, I can't ever forget

your child's mouth, your girl's glance,

bold--I dream of you,

I speak, I think of you--always--like rhythm.

I feel vast oceans

heaving as the moon yawns,

and whole galaxies, burning,

swinging as they have always swung, will always swing.

Oh, if you would stay with me--always--

smiling, sensible, as good as now,

I'd walk on those stars, and

I'd kiss the sun on its burning lips.

This came from my Pinterest board, but I don't know who wrote it. If you do, comment and let me know!