her hand in your hand
weeping into my daydreams
I weave the cord as I can
tether me quickly
but sweetheart, in your own time
there are many cliffs to climb
her hand in your hand
weeping into my daydreams
I weave the cord as I can
tether me quickly
but sweetheart, in your own time
there are many cliffs to climb
small hearts…sorrow slapped,
seem meager, even more so
than ladybug lips
sun sea soars and swells
betwixt forgiveness and blame,
yet…we let her roar
Over glowing glass,
broken feet beckon shyly,
fearful of impassioned paths.
Wisteria hair
stumbles against broad shoulders,
steeped in the heat of her flame.
Turn down the lantern,
Dear, for tigers in the night
seek out pulsating shadows.
Fierce claws pose no threat.
Where love’s mantle has been laid,
darkness shall never abide.
flickering candles
whisper on a weeping night
next to reticent mountains
flaxen hair shimmers
beside sparkling frosted glass
warm lips on cold porcelain