elusive . . .

And I in the calm of the eye of the storm
Listened in my stillness under howl and then roar.
Nestled naked and warm in my bed
Head scarves wound softly silk nest for my head.
If this moment be captured in a garden that held time
I would gather rare treasures held dear in my mind.
I remember your face and like a sore spot am drawn
To something elusive I cannot put my finger on.
Back and forth your image appeared and it went
passed over my heart like a needle that sent
A tiny pricking teased up then it stopped
Again and again til the nugget it popped.
Your face tilted down as you leaned in so near
attentive to me as you watched me appear
I saw fingers curled above lip and round chin
But what OH what message was hidden within?
Then like the moment the chased dream became clear
My eyes splashed in deep in your sweet eyes my dear.
And I in the calm of my eye in my storm
Caught that look of delight on your face that had form
treasure my own this nectar I see
oh to dawn that my presence had brought joy to thee
your shy smile and soft eyes found pleasure in me.
Yet presume not I in matters of love
But gently hold hope then place it above
never an intruder in the heavens of the heart
yea ~ thy delight be my garden seed
my beginning ~ my start.
and I hold gently.

yvb 2012

elusive . . .

evon ski

Joined June 2009

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