Wednesday, February 4, 2015

what love is

a whisper across the desert:
blown sand from fingers
stretched to the sea

a breathe within my heart:
warm-pelted comfort
carrying daylight loosely

a moment strung wide
in honesty hurt and healed:
this is what love is


For Archer, because I will write you a love song.


Shared at the imaginary gardens.

1 comment:

  1. I love how you have given love a beautiful voice. Lovely writing Bones! :-)