Invention of hope

Is not so much a title
As a confession

Piggy back fingers
Plastic white keys
Crawling like mother spiders
Carrying plump babies

Star charts and milk shakes
At red velvet lounge
Coaxed so gently, never pushed
To play as long as life allows

So swiftly she overtakes me
As our web of dreams wash away
Hands dance along to weave
New memories for us

All the while reminding
Of the years we invested
Together, playing and singing
Preparing for the day
To fill the spaces
When the tune escapes me

Love no limits

Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned

Bare in mind

Burst into a new day - as is always 
though stomach of lead
Soothing balm of acceptance
clears the head

Long nights cooling extremities
warmed by friction of two feet
Long embrace, tightly wound
whispering pillow talk aloud

Dreams of doll houses, life sized
landlord of childhood fantasies
Glimpse of morning breaking
shakes shadows to the ground

If I topped every peak
wore a floppy hat each week
Acquired mansion by the sea
planted vineyards, pressed for thee

Still, by dawn's clear revelry
no face will hold such clarity
As one who loved and let me be
when I had not a thread to weave
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