there is uproar in the kitchen.
you would think some restaurant was over-
booked and a weary chef was fighting
to deliver ten covers at once.

all i said was “i can’t get to sleep.”
he has decided to save me.
my valiant knight on horseback
is in the kitchen making something.

i yawn and sit pretty on the sofa.
it is nice to be saved and spoilt.
i start to drift away to some
distant land trying to ignore the blender.

he arrives with a large cup.
he gives this to me and hovers.
i must taste this though
i know it will burn my lips.

i can’t leave him hovering forever
so i take a sip, burn my lips
and melt with the softness of the milk,
an intimate pleasure.

my cup of love, hot milk,
cinnamon, honey, all blended
to froth and he has grated
nutmeg on the top.

i smile up at my valiant knight
and he relaxes, all is well.
i have been saved
no more dragons to fell.

Winter’s down
beneath us;
lost in a forest
of white.
I sleep
next to you,
embraced by
your whisper,
warmed by
your smile.
I love you
quickly,
before the happiness
escapes me.

Whimsy and flowery language,
That's what I'm guided too when I think of you,
The softest of phrases, the gentler of thoughts,
A beating heart floating on the rivers of life,
Yearning simply to beat in unison with that one,
That feels so distressed and distant,
But is never more then a thought away.

Alas is it so,
That the flowery world of my mind is only there,
While the realities of the world rest heavily,
Upon the shoulders of your weary mind,
Making the joy mutually adored,
Feel like a pleasure unbeknownst to reality,
Distorted in the storm of disarray.

But, nonetheless that adoration persists,
It's permeates peace of mind,
Like a respite in the eye of that storm,
A resistant rebellion against the worst,
And a optimistic direction toward the future.

Oh it won't ever be,
So daunting and exhausting, navigating this world,
For by your side is a crew everwilling,
Led by a restless captain, with a light heart,
Yearning to beat in time with the queen of the sea.