the sun
yes, the sun
in its fertile golden glow
slipping between doorways
and the lace curtains,
to kiss your bare feet,
brush the heat of your tears
and collect the memory of you
in its sun-drift way

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 5, 2020

the morning sun
stitched along silk lines
of lavender & rose,
the zen-kissed stillness of
moss & late blossoms,
their perfume rises
to a breeze in her hair

from farther in her garden
he trembles as he watches
one flower near another,
the poetry of her beauty
catches in his chest

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 9, 2020

I hear the steady heartbeat
of a thousand lovely memories
that reach out of the past
& form on my mind
while everything grows older

I long to return to
time that had more life
had more layers of meaning
then these lonely days
by a window, sun-soaked with rays
of lonely sunlight

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 16, 2020

On our face
the summer sun
to no surprise,
we know contentment
along this wooden way

We slowly press
our feet in the grains of soil
and hold hands, tightly
to the measure of this day

So then, happiness perches
in the center of our soul
and in between the light

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 16, 2020

late Sunday afternoon
we walked on the edge of
the cricket shrilled
emerald pond

heavenward, the chimney wood smoke
curled in the near distant air,
we talked in softness
so nothing felt disturbed
just the moving of our bodies,
lovers mirrored
on a Sunday afternoon

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 19, 2020

just a few moments more
under the plunge of thunder
and the moonlight,
holding your hands
and tireless affection,
reflected in your eyes,
knee to knee touching
quietly paralyzed in you and
the sound of lake ripples,
crashing

let this be our most
delectable eternity

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 28, 2020