My love's eyes are mysterious
tender owl, fearsome fox, meek mouse,
deep stare, dark pool - to make me bloodless, boneless.
tamed at the utter of my name, inner flames doused.
His arms are my resting place,
heart's contented, a peaceful reign, inner solace
many a paramour would concur - to seek uniqueness in this would be an endless chase
and so I forfeit the tiresome race.
No matter the will, I cannot deny- from his embrace I would never part
but time and distance I cannot combat
My foes are quick-limbed - the days dwindle for I will depart.
I set to leave to a far-flung place, my love won't follow thereat.
Nestle closer, little bird
Tears trail down a somber face
Little words whispered sweeter than I've ever heard
reduced to anger, emotion so base.
A present, a gift, to atone for emotions so amiss.
softer and sweeter than any given before
to make my absence move more swift
a stitched promise sworn.
Fingers dance on the moss green thread,
those arms, my sweet escape, work quickly to amend.
blanket of green moss thread spread
shoulders encased, nestled in close - speechless I am rend.
The scent of my love, the silk of his skin, the feeling of close embrace,
The gift is enough, the beast inside quenched.
gleaming grin is his face,
dread and woe erased.
To my far-flung place I am settled.
When tears and tire come to torment - to my green moss thread I turn
There my heart it mettled
I rest till to my love I return.