Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
for your love is sweeter than wine
I think of you all the time.
When will that bloom, of yours and mine
Like soft green leaves, from harsh dark trees
or a pretty butterfly, from a strange chrysalis.
Will you hold me then with arms tender, and true?
like the lines of a dog eared sonnet
I’ll bring myself to you.
Blooming in hope filled smiles,
unfolding with timid giggles,
veiled at times by the past.
A soft heart tucked under thick skin,
pegged in rich and, I’m sorry,
but sometimes bloody soil.
May all my barbs recoil.
As broken glass washes to the shore
a little smoother than before
“Arise my darling,”
for I have found the on e
my soul adores.