I tried to wriggle from you
Your kiss held me still
As I let my self embrace
That suffocating thrill
Of unwrapping the Territory
that eyes had feasted on
But somehow invaded me like
The melody of a song
whistling it joy Incessantly
in the fallow fields Inside my head
The tune “Blow ye gentle breezes
loves embers are not yet dead .”
The gold finch open throated
Sings his own love a lullaby
From a purple headed thistle
Where horizons greet the sky.
The stars come out from our eyes
clouds once obscured their glow
But now they twinkle in our arms
Making light in darkness grow .
Love is never a calculation
but a mystery In which we fall.
So be quite , be still, don’t say too much
or you’ll miss it’s whispered call.
It’s quick and sudden glances
That reads intention we never sought
But ignites its secret chemistry
On loves golden anvil where it’s wrought
Just enjoy its simple hand hold
Where fingers become entwined
To speak softly when words fail
The thoughts inside our mind.
Love is a painting half complete
From which we sketch and draw
The colours and the shadows
That make us gasp with awe
As we peer back with perspective
At the wonders love expose
From the conquering of fears
To a baby’s tiny little toes
To growing old, yet seeing beauty
In the grace your wrinkles hold
Hiding all the struggles
and the stories we never told.
The day will come when we
with death depart ,
complete we no longer feel
Till heavens door opens wide
and your smiling eyes reveal.