You are
a winter’s day,
the mist of breath as I
laugh in the cold,
the cracked footprints
fading in snow.
You are
a river trail,
the stretch of limbs from
cottonwoods that canopy the sky,
the bare branches that streak
shadows under the winter’s sun.
the soft brown earth of the path
which leads me from wild to home.
You are
velvet embrace,
the softest of caresses
against cheek and jawline,
a secret in my ear,
a kiss on temple.
A gentle hand stirring the
small of my back.
a sweet invitation to stay in your arms
and lingered in your constant gaze.
You are
a peacefulness I didn’t know
was possible.
a home I didn’t know
was needed,
a treasure I never dreamed
was deserved.
A masterpiece,
that magnificent and that simple.
Saturday's Sirens 