Anchor


My Love is an anchor

I am a ship unsteady
Yawling and pitching in a sea of uncertainty

But I have a secret anchor
Deep within my hold
Deep within me

He is my anchor
He is my my point of blue
My secret

He locks hard
He locks true
He is forever my point of blue..

The only face
I want

The only face
to see

The only face
to kiss

The only face
to keep

The only face
to Love

The only face
is his in golden sleep.

Love is silent
It needs no words

It is hot breath
Nothing more, nothing less

On my neck

Molten Mercury swallowed whole
Love is a crucible turning all things gold

Sunlight dancing on your dark still waters
Love needs no words only drawing in quarters

Perfectly one now, perfectly  blended ,
But what is left when love is ended?

They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.

Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.

Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.

I fell off a bridge.

I saw him standing bright and shining.
So  I strode out in his light,
basked in it sure footed burning within
a thousand sons of love,
burnished without by it until bronzed.

The light it blinded me, bound my lips
with love.
I did not look where I was going for I was crazed clumsy by Cupid.

Flying is freedom, falling is not.
Acclerating as Newton's chains pull, falling is lonely,
falling is fast.

The water broke my heart open,
cleansed it cold,
took out the Fool's gold and
covered me in nebulas of dark night.

My eyes were full of cold sharp waterfalls
that made me see sharp and true, inky blue.
My mouth now a lily pad sitting silent waiting for frogs.

But I am Light now. I float. I swim.