Other Loves

Forte Amoris

You wore my wreath of words,

Laughing like a rain bird

Before the cool splash of

April's brittle showers;

After, with kindness, you

Braided my thoughts with

Stems of fragile promises,

Daring to offer me the

Briefest glimpse of your

Close-guarded gentleness:

A childish vulnerability

Beneath a tempered smile,

Scared and heart-pricked.

And then I saw you dancing,

Carefree in your nakedness

Beneath the sapphire sky,

Dreams as blades of grass

Beneath your aching feet,

Alive with pain and tears,

Joy and wine mingled with

Arousal's aromatic dew,

Simplicity the muse for

Heaven's Old Architect who

Later split the clouds with

Moonbeams and built us

Palaces among the stars.

May 2016 (E)