so close to my heart.
I love you.
Pass through me.
Let your lips ornament
gold mosaic communion
all through the orchards
of my memory.
In the sepia embrace
of this night
everything has become
connected.
Lay your head
in the warm contour
of my shoulder.
Clothe me with
slender arm
and
anchoring leg.
Press your soul's
heat,
wet and wanting,
against my presence.
Each day
you speak my name
the song I sing
dervish spins
ribbons of harmony
and counterpoint
around you.
Every hour
your tender messengers
crown my beehive heart
with sunflower,
lily,
and the sweetest
annunciation.
Dear heart
so close to my heart.
I love you.
4 comments:
Holy buckets!
something nobody else has that yer spaceman's gotta getta
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