Encircle me
arms parrying down
down comforters and mist
forces crush and twist
protect me in your blue

Breath returning stream
child in a cupboard
locked into shelter
firm pressed by fragile hands
a lioness in the brush

I find myself lost- or was it found?
in this hearth where I was bound
afraid to see the cost
so I sit
coalesced into your lap
let the thoughts float forth and back
And swirl around the finer points
of small man's musings
as the artist meets his idol,
song beneath the whispers
whispers beneath your love-
that mystical beast
so readily escaping
snapping at quizzical hands

stumbling around a dark room
after bright lights de-lucidate
and validate this mutual need
crushed again, by failure of seed