I wake
to the throes
of morning aching
to find
your familiar
quietitude
in the middle of all
clutter. There is
no one,
nothing else,
I would rather live for
than the grace of
your particular
motionlessness.
With you I can
drift past
savage noontime, cooled
by the joy you pack
into a lunch-box warmed
by the smile you
paint on my
parched,
schizophrenic
lips,
at every
leaving.
By you I sleep,
I wake,
in warmth spooned out
with quiet loving;
every restive kaleidoscope
of butterflies
gentled into nights
peopled with your
solitude.
What a quietly lovely, restful piece. Thanks for the comfort — it’s very welcome right now. ^^
So sorry Mia..I changed the ‘configuration’ before I read your comment. A thousand pardons…if the ‘adjustment’ I made skewered the particular perspective with which you read the original…
I felt I did not properly articulate that one captured moment — the one I reached out for with a grimy hand — and I thought I could do one better.
Please let me know if you think I erred. ^^
Oh, wow, this is even better. (Why are you saying sorry? o_o)
always, you fascinateme with your words dear one. no one i know compares to your wonderful allusions. just dropped by to say hi.
I can drown in this beauty and I will let myself… it will nurture rather than kill me.
I especially loved the last 3 lines because they speak very well of my emotional state right now. where in conpany I’ve been feeling most alone, when the one person I would rather be with in all the world isn’t part of the crowd.
I would really rather that my nights be people with his solitude… and then the nights would be at their gentlest.
It’s like you took the feelings right out of my heart.