For Mrs. P with love from Couthy
For Mrs. P with love from Couthy
My tears have shaken him.
He begs,
begging me to reverse my desperation.
I have frightened his boy heart,
perhaps even broken it.
Six words of recklessness,
raking the grief laden air.
We melt together,
his grip holding me here.
Honoring the weight of his anchor, I encircle his body,
catching his fear.
Restless, he sleeps next to me now.
Crying out.
Tense.
Searching for a good dream.
I watch through liquid eyes,
wishing I could make it 9:02 again.
For my son Nicholas.
http://justmusing.net/2006/12/ Leaning into loves lock
Entering ever after entwined
In pure happiness
Devoted to this moment and alive with promise
Envy stands near
A hopeful sigh is heard
.
Tear streaked and broken
Patch me up
Paint my face
But grim can’t change
so I hide behind a little red couch
to occupy your Victorian stare
An easy diversion
from the wall I have become
Magpie 93 – Photo provided by Magpie Tales
Coolsville
Threads to the wind
Yin, you’re the most
Yang, you hep cat
The two of you
On the hook in the most delicious way
Cloud 9 and patent leather
Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie #92. For more, stop over at Magpie Tales