Here I write
Words we might aspire to
Though we'll likely disappoint each other
But we will try not to
In moments when we realise
Our needs did not come first
We will hold our hurt for a little while
Then allow time and space
For the other to grow
Be nurtured, then return,
If she may.
These vows may increase
Or slowly be erased
Their effect will be life-lasting
But if we find ourselves
Staring at a blank page
We can write new vows
Afresh with hope or
Fold it lovingly
Into a sleek airplane
and send it on its way
Modern living presents
Small portrait-sized
Black-mirror windows
Into foreign lands
Full of pop wisdom
Highs like sherbet sticks
Rainbows that fade soon as
We hit the power button
We are not bound up in pixels
Love hearts, thumbs up
To bow your neck
Squint though fingerprints
Smile lingers only a moment
I give you sunrise and sunsets
Wishing stones falling through
Lapping waves glistening
Paw prints and hellos
I give you the awkward moments
When I realise I poured my heart out
You received it willingly
I am silent in thankfulness
I hold my breath waiting
For you to speak
Exhaled step by step
Cadence of time together
Waiting for one another
In the sound of silence
Sublime to recall Taste of lips Smoothness of thighs Curve of hips Nape of the neck Cradle your head Softness of cheek Warmth of your bed Smile rising up All sight unseen Soft down cover Sweetness between
Show me the ceiling To break through it Roof to climb Endless stars infinity Town edge dwelling Among likeminded City limits absorb Unsuppressed greening Ancient named peaks Conquered cliff seams Deconstructed reality Worldbuilding dreams Every time a memory Falls from your lips I capture the castle Tend to its turrets Looking out to wilderness Waiting for inhabitants Clock stopped in shock Longing to revive Moving hand to hand in time For one
Love is a many useful thing Use, reuse and repurpose it Toward the betterment Of others One million words Could not portray My love Instead Turn her away Silence and presence Is all that's required For her to know How much
One can be wise Wealthy and generous Kind as earth is wide But unless their touch Gives and receives Stories gently Our lives an imprint Of our family tree The sting of derision Hurts them more than me Storykeepers spreading Joy of living From petal to seed
Count the stars of heaven 