close your eyes
lay your body down in the green of mine
soft and rooted in earth
veins of life reaching into soil
rest
place your hand in the center of my chest
where wildflowers gather
in full bloom
and you among them
my love is not a serenade
my love is an aubade
not an evening, but a morning song
warm and full of new sight;
let me be your eyes
you are not what you see
you are not what you have seen every day that you can remember
let me be your eyes
I see a blue dark sky
oil slick rich with violet, gold, and white
wild and endless,
I feel so small in comparison
my love is not a serenade
my love is not the weight of expectation
or an entitlement to experience
it is clean and unrequiring
you are not what you see;
close your eyes
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
close your eyes
lay your body down in the green of mine
soft and rooted in earth
veins of life reaching into soil
rest
place your hand in the center of my chest
where wildflowers gather
in full bloom
and you among them
my love is not a serenade
my love is an aubade
not an evening, but a morning song
warm and full of new sight;
let me be your eyes
you are not what you see
you are not what you have seen every day that you can remember
let me be your eyes
I see a blue dark sky
oil slick rich with violet, gold, and white
wild and endless,
I feel so small in comparison
my love is not a serenade
my love is not the weight of expectation
or an entitlement to experience
it is clean and unrequiring
you are not what you see;
close your eyes
