Soft as gossamer
draped over your heart
over your lips
love sparks
as dew upon the rose
until warmed by the sun
it joins the air
to be breathed into you
as I was
years ago

Time leads us on
gossamer touch
until the unknown slips in
to cover our eyes
Come what may my love
my heart shall dance
clothed in sparks and gossamer
waiting, breathless
to be breathed into you
over and over again


© W.R.R. 12/23/2010

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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