Wednesday, 23 May 2018

long grown limbs,wild
and full of defiance
yet so quick to melt, when tired,
into the hallowed out curve of my arms
(ever ready) 
and more often empty, now,
than full of you.
tho i know
the everything value
of it being here.

life stretches us both
as we navigate
the elasticity
of our connection
with constant correction.
not always easy.

still I see
the round innocence in your wisening face;
delight in pouring into it praise
and love
so well reflected in the brilliance of your smile...