A year
. . . . . for Sarge
feel the earth turning
toward that meridian
and the child you were
looking for the edges:
sky, knives, leaves, love. . . .
how shy we were
tongue-tied almost
trembling
one eye opens
the sunglight glimps'd
through lash fringes
heart runaway
simply t h u m p i n g
then still, so still
waiting
breathless
sweet
jjl
8 October 2008
2 comments:
How well you capture those early days -- full of hope and promise, but mostly feeling the love that was growing within our hearts
My heart is still in runaway mode and knows no yardstick to measure its growth or dimension
Thank you my love for these beautiful words...they will be with me forever
World enough and time ~~ Ah! *How* I love you!!!
♥. . . .
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