To My Love, Who Is All Of My Sleep

Soft and lilac,

calmly rolling 'cross my chest.

'cross the roll of the open fields,

'cross the wide plains, the trees, the birds and their encircling songs.

Soothing and warm,

your hands,

your nails.

They trace the boundaries of the sky and point where it may end.

Where the beauty will meet the living.

they point to it,

illuminating the whole, the complete, everything as it is and always was.

Then your words,

like low wind-

like the lapping waters of a sun soaked stream-

like cool linen falling 'round your skin-

The words of the world and of the oceans and of the deserts and forests and skies-

They come and they come and they come to me,

washing me in loving, rapturous waves.

And you take me,

and my tired eyes,

and my aching bones and knotted joints,

and you rock them to a lull.

And with your silk wrapped and tann-ed arms,

you pull me to you,

and hold me to sleep.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

really amazing the mental imagery and the power of it. the healing of the touch reaches in and takes him so gracefully, there is a longing for her like you have been waiting for her to take you in and heal your aching bones for eons.

very well expressed

[Willard Wells]

I write of my love and my feelings for her over and over, yet your words humble me. All the touching, and softness is there. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wow, just amazing poetry.
"Soft and lilac,
calmly rolling 'cross my chest.
'cross the roll of the open fields,
'cross the wide plains, the trees, the birds and their encircling songs.
Soothing and warm,
your hands,
your nails."
The above lines could stand alone. Your poetry filled with passion and powerful emotion. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jacob Carlos Stamper]

Thank you so much!
Your words encourage and inspire me more than you know.
-Jake

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked your work a lot and I hope to read more. And you are welcome.