Vulnerable He Sleeps

(a bit of brevity which I hope says alot)

my left hand
spiders his heart

its palm a warm coverlet
of protection

gypsy read lines
content to rest

pledged to the beat
of silent music

my soul's food
sieving night time darkness

I am caught
in these moments

a fly free
to fly on my own volition

finding a home
under the kiss of moonlight

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

To me, this is a render love poem, using the spider's web as as a shroud of soft protection and care. It's warm, like a coverlet,. "this is my soul's food" his love for you...these are are moments we all want..."under the kiss of nightlight"....real or imagined, this is poetry at its best. Love this one!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.
read moreDear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Chris...happy day,
Best, B

[William Michael Reeves]

You weave a web of words that said a moth has read a palm that fed my empty head then shed the night with light so bright before I go to bed. However am I to sleep like the dead?

Billigami

I really like the spiders his heart thing

[Chris Shaw]

Bill I am laughing. Where did moths come from as I was dozing in bed? You are having a little blast of rhyme here :)) Thanks for your visit.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

Gypsy moths

[Chris Shaw]

Ah. I am enlightened :))

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I love this line "gypsy read lines...content to rest". I'm envious I didn't write that. It is so evocative and paints this entire piece with empathy. Another wonderful and strong piece of poetry, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Carlos. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris

[lightsong]

The image I see here, is this strong woman's soul, a woman whom her beloved count on her for strength and warmth, freedom and love. The first two verses specially, put this scene in my head of a man dying peacefully in his lover's arms. He on the other hand is a reason for her to write... to create her poems. a mystical piece that took me in journeys dear Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear lightsong for sharing your thoughts about this piece. I like that there is plenty of room here for people to interpret as they see fit. That's the beauty of poetry. Always appreciate your visits.

Chris