the trace echo of our intimacy
folds me in two
with an ease of embrace that is tender & sure
swallowed complete by the journey lying behind your heart
I am there always
lingering, waiting & leaning into a new song to hum
catching your smell as I dance downwind where the trace is strongest
ribboned in dark midnight blue & morning fog
alone
I am use to it by now
that quixotic company of self & sun
dancing
to the hollow & the drum
Beautiful poem and a great use of imagery. :)
ReplyDeleteYou make me believe in fairies and sprites dancing in the misty fields. xoxoxox
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I love the line
ReplyDelete'ribboned in dark midnight blue & morning fog'
"swallowed complete by the journey lying behind your heart"
ReplyDeleteOh my....