He stood before her
Imperfection visible
In long drawn out prose
With sentences and paragraphs
That seemed longer than earth
She smiles and kissed life
And remembered pain
The sun drops cuts from its sting
Yet they drift
A thousand miles away;

Her words dissolve like a broken record
Distracted with failing light
Each drop of them
Is collected
Natures gift to those who come
To put out the shimmering fires of the
Life of thine.
A rhythmic melody of light and sound
As the touch of them
Bestows her;

The kiss was bitter at first
The shyness over took them
Then it was nourished
And then was strong
As her imperfections were visible..*

Debbie Brooks 2014