I feel you touch my hand
in small moments that pass like
dandelion seeds on a fall wind.
And I see the sun on your hair
and know that the world is outside
of our little sphere of peace.
Where did you tuck away
those dark words I threw at you
the other day by the park?
You were unable to
retrieve my coldnesses
from wherever it was you put them.
I hear a small warm laugh from you.
Why do you look at me
with eyes that cannot judge?
My eyes are black pools,
taking in no gold sunlight,
and giving none back.
But your love is warm light,
warm enough to melt
the years of frosty vigilance
rimming my icicle heart.
Oh, my gorgeous summer day!
Hold me tightly when clouds pass.
2 comments:
This is so sweet and well-written and full of imagery. ^_^
Thanks! Every now and then I give in to the urge to write a corny love poem. I think strangely-worded poems like this are inspired by the great poet Hilda Doolittle, or H.D.
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