A moon caught in your throat
Little bells ringing out
Solus sanctus
Enthralled to stillness.
There are many ways you pretend
To be still, and still you move
Shivers chasing my tongue
Fingers breaking the secret
Supplicating eternal upon my skin
New legs brushing the voice of history into prayer.
What wholeness!
Tongue wrapped around your man poem
Recital that understands perfection.
I steal those tones.
In my hand – our lives
Those moments of natures expansive intimacy –
Those moments never last.
Lovely poem.
I enjoyed it
although it should be a thIEf
-laughs- Yes, so it should be… thank you! Will teach me for doing too many things at once.
Marvelous!
new legs brushing the voice of history into prayer – you’ve written
a psalm – thank you.