Breath
Your gentle hands dressed in affection
tenderly cups my cheeks,
Dark eyes telling me wonderous stories that
your inspired feelings have woven.
I am a child still, but now blessed with the depth
from Love.
Fear’s cold fingers of doubt grips with pressing nails of judgement,
the familiarity of hurt, a conniving friend.
The dull hollow on the base of my bodily pump beats with no rhythm,
no regularity of steady comfort.
Tilly was slight.
Hair like wisps & speech like air.
Dark, false lids was her attempt to balance her delicate features.
Intense shyness a blanket over her still waters,
running deep to somewhere really pretty, if she’d allow.
afloat
Dread hid in the form of a gift that was long awaited.
The brighter road- the hopeful glow turned fire, singed.
it continues its fickle play to be felt and relieved;
realising pain against blissful ignorance.
Still-
The forgetting is intensely beautiful.
This skill belonging to only you, to bring my happiness
with a depth of more than acceptance.
Your being, your presence that coaxes the simple wonder of emotion, is
a song belonging to only me, the essential music
of a genuine, full
Love.
