In The Evening

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.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “In The Evening”

  4. Eric says:
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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!

    Liked by 1 person

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