I cherish
your
grey hair
and
all of your
signs of living,
because they
reveal
moments, days, years,
that you
have grown
into your own
essence,
all the time
becoming
the most
radiant
thing
I’ve ever
known.
Tag: love
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV
Your fingers
are flowing heat,
and I smile
as I wince,
when
the flames
rise
to lick
the back
of my neck
Rescue
You captained
the most successful
rescue mission
this world
has ever seen,
leaving
no part
of me
unsaved.
Firestone Friday: Poem XIX
But how
many times
will we
create people
in a moment
of love
to live
in a world
of hate?
Senses
I’m not
blinded
by love;
every single
one of my
senses
is gone.
Dust & Shadows
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Night and Day
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII
You speak
different languages
between
the morning
and
the night,
and I love
the way
my name
sounds
in every
single
one
of them.
(Happy Valentine’s Day.)
Cold Embrace
Standing
in the
brutal air
of a blizzard,
I think,
longingly,
how
unexpectedly
fortunate
the flakes are
to have fallen
where you sit,
caressing you
as they descend.
Startled,
I look down
to find myself
standing
in a pool of water;
the snow has melted.
On the Future
I hope
you never
ask me
how you look.
How ridiculous
is it
going to be
when
” like my future”
comes out
before I can
stop it?
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 