When I think about you
(and I do)
(a lot)
there is a breath of a breeze of spring through my heart.
When I picture you
(oh, I do)
(lush and hot)
the breeze fans a fire, heats my soul, sparks a spark.
In your hair is ocean sky
matched by seas tiding eye to eye
cleansing, cooling, soulful
rolling horizon-far at every hand
And there, your body, pale pure land
soft shores of which the waves caress
and wash me up to silken sand
that catches, cups, enfolds my flesh
Storms brought me here but since have gone –
their rains abated, clouds undone.
And supple sun now warms my skin
its brightness you, lit from within,
complete and kindling all life’s heat
sweet as honey, gold and clean
pure paradise at every turn
your paths I learn, your soul an urn
of healing hallowed nectar pure
When I see you
(now)
(forever)
I am sure.
i'd be jealous if he hadn't written me so many great poems already. i'm pretty sure elle and sasha are now waiting for their own.
especially elle!
(don't worry, girls, if i know msg he'll write you one soon -- his guilt complex won't let him leave you hanging ...)
xoxo,
claire
