Sonnet 65 – Always Know Springtime

You came to me without make-up, your hair
swept off your shoulders in a pony-tail.
I had never seen you more fine or fair
or lovely. When my eyes finally fail,

I’ll carry you so deeply burned into
my mind that I will always know springtime.
Without the aid of sight, I picture you
even now and can trace the gentle line

of your jaw, the nose that nudged mine in love.
When I hear your voice, I know precisely
how your face is set. The eyes that could move
me to such savage need still burn for me.

When I lay me down and turn out the light,
I dream you here, hold you, kiss you good night.