You labor hard to love me full
as sweat flies off your forehead
mixing with my tears. A salty
spilling, we fall overboard, to
deep and dark communion places,
flower of the sea reunion spaces.
I dry these lacy crystals,
collect them in a bottle
to shake and
season savory
over all the days ahead.
5 comments:
No cow had to kick the lantern over in your town tonight! ;)
land sakes, the girls better sleep in the basement tonight.
blushing heartily here
I think it's wonderful you have written a lusty poem, that you have a beloved who evokes such high and deep emotion from you.
I'm trying to learn to edit, before I click publish. Forgive me while I learn. :)
How delightful. Your poem and the fact he's coming home!
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