how so very tenderly
he breaks my heart
with the beautiful aching
of his poetry
How so very strongly
I long to hold him
through these words
could you guess
in all his tears
and deep personal query
assuring him
all the while
with my entire being
that my love only holds
the sweetest of prisoners
'From The Plum Of Past Ports'
so sweetly retreating
when to my gentled being
I cleave his abandoned heart's
most earnest beating
as to no other arms
will my own be beseeching
for he is moon and sun
milky way and universe
in my broader and
broader sky
poignantly playing chase
and far ever reaching
for the light's own promise
in my soul's latest face
ere lover's eye....................
(Dec. 27, 2010 732 pm)