The little things
I learned from love
You can never
Have enough
Though fast or starve
Run far from it
It always
Catches up
The little things
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Category Archives: Poetry
I give you
All the words I have
And surely treasure yours
As writers, sisters
Daughters, friends
I could not ask
For more
All things
You were all things to me
Breathing air seeing none
You meant the whole world
Revolving the sun
Reliving lost dreams
That fled once awake
Exploring new ground
No claiming a stake
Imagining lives
We never would live
Biding our time
For someone to give
Love like
A mystery box
Address unknown
Unmarked label
Quiet content
Wrapping noted
Secure string
Love handled
Over years
Remended many
Tender frays
Never opened
Treasured
Always
I woke up
Then dreamt of yesterday
All the days leading
Up to it
Slowly
Surely
Like a breeze
Gaining strength
To power a fleet
Of silent sailboats
Against the tide
So unlike a race
Us two ran last
Holding hands
Did not capsize
Basked in the sun
Caught fish
Explored vast islands
Spent time
All we had left of it
Till the finish line
Softly and tenderly
We tell one another
We have and do
Always will
Love one and another
Forever till
Death do we part
I will catch a hint of smile
Leftover from a lover
Warm myself by it
Like a bedside candle flame
Bright orange
Thank their souls
For loving us so well
Mine is an evergreen
Glint in my eye
That turns to the sky
Drink in her memory
Crossing snow-covered peak
Parade lest it fade
Love is applied daily
Soaking in more than skin deep
She reads me well
That faroff look
Still dances with you alone
Silence falls our music plays
On repeat
Love like
Soft sand
The place where
High tide won't reach
Just shy of ebb
Flow two-way
Discourse between
Land and sea
Both outreached
Like lovers arms
Drink each other in
Lying on her shores
Soft sand
Mounds where
Terns lay over
Tender feet walking
On eggshells
Deliberate delicate
New life born
In harsh climes
Resilient
Soft sand
Free from damp and cold
Nestled in reedy banks
Hiding darting beaks
Succulents and more
Barely moving an inch
The sea slowly rises
But never touches
For fear to wash away all
Soft sand
Tender toes march in
Treasured not owned
No houses built to dwell
This place is sacred
Defended and protected
Barefoot tiptoe around
Lost coins, watches
Wallets and keys
Gravitate there with ease
Generous offerings to
The space where
Bronze bodies
Curves held form
Find ease and release
Respite for an hour
Then depart
Love that comes
And leaves
Yet always returns
Warm soft sand
Where I land
In the wintry recess
Of my mind
Until next time
Sifting fingers
Falling through
Return to dunes
Pure and refined
Fine
Capella
Wholly deserving of love
She wore it like a shawl
Sent shivers on skin
Taking all in
The healing soaked
Right to her core
I hung on
Your every word
Tossed about gently
Like lost garments
In the night
On the deck
Of a ship at storm
Trip hazard
But loved once worn
In the daylight
As the anchor
Finds safe habour
Among living creatures
Seeking safety
Searching sea bottom
For friends and tidbits
Till bottomless glass
Tilts no more
I set sail again
Longing horizon
Begs me for more
One of my turns
A dance in jest
Most compromising
Steps two back
One forward
Tete a tete
Longing looks
She is leading
Backwards reel
To the lightfoot
Sound of five eight
Skip hop akin to
Bounding over rocks
Fit as a fiddle
Keeping in step
Plying me with
Stout and chips
Surrendered only
To the trip
Heart ticking
In time to a lover
If anything goes
Not you, nor yet?
She marches in time
To another
Count the stars of heaven 