Love: a home

God knows, I am locked in
To this escape, weaving
Breath to wind,
A treasure of sweet perfume
Binding us to a home
Where there is naught left to give.

(c) A Hannan


O! Morning glory; sunrise.


The scent of you; lingering still
Where it penetrated me,
Lodging into my braided ribs
Ropes, stretching around your embered embrace
Collecting silence
As we enter each other,
Everything remaining still,
Each breath birthing an incandescent sun
Graciously ascending.

(c) A Hannan