The moon
It tells me I’m not seeing
The whole picture,
Cloaked in shadow,
My fears and uncertainty may be for naught,
I am in the dark without your words,
Without you star,
So I step carefully,
Guided only by the moonlight.
Tag: Love
Apocalyptic Dreams
In this apocalypse
I dream of you,
In daylight hours,
To get me through,
But a memory,
Yet long sustained,
Your touch,
Your taste,
I still maintain
I Miss the Stars
I miss the stars,
My star,
That I relied on nightly,
How time and circumstance
Has made me neglect your rays,
When it is your light
That sustains me through my days
I Beg it Doesn’t Go
I want to comfort you,
With words that I fight back,
Because they would be lies,
In honesty,
I don’t know,
I don’t know how this will all work out,
If plans will be dashed,
If,
When sickness will hit us,
If death will miss us,
There is so much,
I do not know,
So much you should not have
To be weary of,
To be aware of,
All I know to do,
Is hold you as close
As I possibly can,
And pray away the virus,
Which your way,
I beg it doesn’t go.
Steadily
Beloved,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you go,
May you be guarded,
From miniscule forces
Of great resolve,
May your lungs expand and contract,
Steadily,
May the spirit of life,
Watch over you,
Of this I pray.
Heady with Desire
Heady with desire
For weighed bodies engaged,
Immersed in one another,
Heat of anticipation coaxed away with gentle nudges,
Touch, rhythmic rubbing
Of souls
in need for each other’s liberation,
Pleading into open mouths
for release
Becoming lost
Deep, deep,
Deeper in the abyss of ecstasy.
She of Letters 