:::in service:::

there is solace here
i climbed into your lap
beneath canopies of wisteria
under a blanket
within the stars
earth black
and evening humming
like wet tongues in ears
for the first time and around
and in the morning i see clearly
then you cover my eyes with yours
quiet now,
hand to mouth
and evermore,
the ties they bind
a walking floor
watch you above me
is love in light
softly move down
again wait for the night.

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::