Sunday, September 3, 2017

The Round Sweetness of Pine

I want to breathe you, the sweet air of mornings here,
A light cashmere mist, heavy with first light
and the round sweetness of pine
braided ribbons of torn green grass

How was your dream, my sleepy love? 
Was your heart, dancing near mine?
Did our fingers find their way, together to bind
through night, through distance, and time?

I miss your arms, as surely as you miss mine
The way morning brings sleepy kisses divine
Before all the world spins underfoot
Though we stumble,
                 we right
with one another.

And go we sweetly, on through the day. . .
                                                                       on through the day . 
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