when something so simple
as one of your oldest friends
becomes your lover
that trust
those memories
all turned new
again
when I opened the door
took a chance and let him in
to my chaos, my life
my house with the abundance
of love and overflowing dishes
he still saw me for me
for all that ever was, and will be
when turmoil and crazy tornados
threaten to destroy our world
he saved it gracefully
I am so thankful
to finally
breath
being held in arms so strong
the winds won’t lift my feet from the ground
rooted in this composted soil beneath our feet
the air can whip our hair in unison
as we kiss
like a savage warrior
coming home from a long battle
rest in my arms
feed your soul
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I really like your poetry, the image is a little un-nerving though!
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it is isn’t it… I became totally entranced with this image of these two skeletons that were found interconnected in Italy I believe and i had to draw them. They were the oldest pair ever found together and I hope that they were left that way forever together as they should be. It is such a romantic thought of living and dying in the arms of someone you love and forever remaining that close….. it is made out of charcoal.
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