Theme: Marriage


The cool lines of her white top
as snow over
soft and rounded mountains,
the feel of summer, a thin wrap
unbuttoning around her hips
crashed as the thunder of that night,
the lightening that struck ground,
the hail that pelted rooftops
and she is smiling shyly at him through
the dark, entering his dreams
echoing'funneling their way into his hands

Void of her, void of her
though so full of her, so full of her
with the imprint of the night's moth
dancing outside the door's lamp
before the dare of sleep

Light's out
and the moth is under the dome glass,
holding the memory of'


Animosity takes its first breath
as he opens his window for her to look in '
thoughts on empty rooms


and she suns the dare of embrace, of truth -
at the flag of his night; red, white, and blue
to burn around the pole
of yesterdays
and give into the arms that sweep through time


More By  : Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

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