A Night's RansomSome nights I can ease you into my dreams,More Like This
Just as soft as you please;
But on rare evenings, when the spring air is warm
A nebula of fire burns slowly through me
And I miss you like the sun misses the horizon.
It aches like a fresh bruise
A pulse to my heart with a coursing shock
And all I can do is squeeze you tight
Held close in my heart’s arms
A curled up form around pillows
With every intention of making them you.
Sleep comes fitfully, ever so slightly
Semi-conscious moments awash with your touch
And with every second I am awake,
The night air reminds me that you are there
Somewhere between my heart and my fingers.
In those brushes of time just before dawn,
I feel like I am surrounded by your arms,
Held close for want of nothing more
Other than a sense of comfort and knowledge
That there are things in this world
Worth much more than any king’s ransom.
As the tide.How does one covet the ocean,More Like This
When so many depend on it?
How should one steal away the moon,
When it gives light to the darkest of bits?
What is a tulip to a field of gold,
A fir to a forest of oaks;
When will thine hand reach mine,
So we can caress the starlit shores?
an ache, a gentle tremor
of ghost sinew long
forgotten; a shiver-- you
are the whisper of leaves
and pencil lining of the sky, you
are the secret written in the binding
of the forbidden, the skip
in my breath
O forbidden feeling, whence you came
I know not when you intruded
But surely, it could not be in vain
to love another so wholeheartedly.
And in return, he gathered my love:
Nay, I went willingly -
The unknowing followed by the noticed.
Until the words could not be withheld
And, to be sat