"tesuque" poems
It came tumbling
My heart
And you caught it
Didn't know it could
Find a home
In comfortable silence
(most of the time)
And reverent observance of southwestern mountain ranges
crimson with the sun's waining blood
Your hand was elegant and kind as it reached out for mine
The most guileless beckoning to succumb
To our spiritual commingling and the beginning of us
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC