Giving up on love
wasn't an easy thing...
I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...
Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
and splay archangels in the idle snow...
The years pass
too quickly now...
In God's own calendar,
...years are days...
Waves crest ahead, low and sullen,
but past the breakers the turbulent sea...
When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...
Rest yourself within my bones
Your breath is in my veins...
Sometimes love subtly strikes against dusty...
and the remembrance of the past draws clear...
.
from that first delicious...
Moaning whispers, rapid breathing,
Love slows down it’s time at play...
Four small letters,
forming one word...