Whose throats gargle tears of soil
Where dozens of stars breathe them goodnight
Till you restructured me
My spine
Loosening the blindfolds
Your nightshirt wet with dew
Breezing my feet
The pine needled ladies
Guiding my sleepwalked heart
Drinking the scent of sleep
My cupped cold hands tracing trees
Stuffing my pillows with fruit
Where the loquacity of our laughter lays
Evermore where love wildly climbs steep and magnificently free
So very lovely. So full of magnificent hope and tender beauty. Not at all what I had expected of such a title, but richly welcomed. Yes.
I do feel rescued. Thank you!
Love is such a generous muse – my heart sings for you…
Thank you dear ; )
magnificent
humbled by your praises.
thank you as always for your sincere kindness : )
-m
Your poem has touched my heart. Thank you for sharing.
aw thank you so much. glad it made it tug.