You are perfumed in trust
and familiarity,
fashioned in God’s image,
warm arms wrapped around me,
cold hands resting
in the small of my back.
In your eyes, blue and searching
I found a home
fit for a queen,
my coronation in your smile,
jubilee in your laugh.
I’m hiding, as always,
burying my head in your chest,
cheeks grazing your woollen scarf
as my hands tug and loop it
around my pale wrists,
holding you tightly
in front of me,
never to leave
these four walls,
granted Circe’s hearth,
Calypso’s desire.
We remain in this game,
we’ve refused to play,
it’s a draw of two victors,
a battlefield meadow
of heart-coloured flowers,
the blossoming
of yours and mine.
I love this.
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This is wow!
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Always Enjoy your poetry and love this poem
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my coronation in your smile,
jubilee in your laugh.
granted Circe’s hearth,
Calypso’s desire.
it’s a draw of two victors,
a battlefield meadow
of heart-coloured flowers,
WOW!! …..just wow. This language is music to my heart. I love this!
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Thank you! What a wonderful compliment! ☺️
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You’re welcome and much deserved! Have a great day, Kristiana.
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Thank you ☺️
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