Woe and tumult
Imagined things
Month: August 2018
I wake to think
I love you
Mid-morning
Soft gray
Thought-slip
You and how
I love you more today
Than today
And tomorrow
The same,
Which makes sense–
Days and weeks and hours
Understanding your
Thread-count
The fibers
Of you.
You do not know
How rooted
These feelings
Are
They are slivers of remembrance
From the last time we loved
This is not the first
The round, slow-spinning
Sacred cycle.
You
and
Me
and
Them
And
We
