You wore my wreath of words,
Laughing like a rain bird
Before the cool splash of
April's brittle showers;
After, with kindness, you
Braided my thoughts with
Stems of fragile promises,
Daring to offer me the
Briefest glimpse of your
Close-guarded gentleness:
A childish vulnerability
Beneath a tempered smile,
Scared and heart-pricked.
And then I saw you dancing,
Carefree in your nakedness
Beneath the sapphire sky,
Dreams as blades of grass
Beneath your aching feet,
Alive with pain and tears,
Joy and wine mingled with
Arousal's aromatic dew,
Simplicity the muse for
Heaven's Old Architect who
Later split the clouds with
Moonbeams and built us
Palaces among the stars.
May 2016 (E)
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Other Loves
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