I pointed my arches
Damned the curls
And gripped tightly
To my dimpled smile
For never was
A tired soul
Ever found beyond
Filtered reflections
Category: written
To Harbor (day 909)
It is hard to be away,
To waltz down the street
Without your hand in my elbow.
To eat alone.
Your face my thoughts company.
With moments of clarity
Sparking the fire
Inside my soul.
It’s harder to slip
Into cold sheets at night
Without knowing
When next you shall be waiting,
Giving, expecting.
Warm breath tickling my nape.
Warm smile to curb my blues,
Warm kitchen to feed my soul.
And when last I find grace,
Will harbor – my old bones –
Be welcome to thine dear heart?
What To This Love (day 906)
Did you design
My heart so pure
So reckless its pursuit
As love and laughter
Were sought to
Hold forever after
As it were
To lay me down
Beside such tender angel
My heart it beat
Like dancing feet
Strong laid wooden floor
What to this love
I heard above, nay saw above
Clouds parting for thy sun
That hit us both;
Shone angels eyes and
Filled in dear mine own
As It Lasts (day 904)
As it lasts
We filled our souls
With what we had begun
A lovers embrace
Entangled trace
Eyes yet woke this day
Smell of skin
Lovers scent
Infused my hearts desire
Passion here
In warmth’s embrace
As a lover and I begin
