Sheathed in tears,
Some edges slice...

She pauses in tenacious indecision,
naked toes poised above the water...

13 June 2018
6:47pm...

As the cycle of the seasons,
It is as both spring and winter...

Swiftly into haunting days
Recklessly I craving ride...

Who are you who in all humility
Deigns to be great in your simplicity...

With combinéd warmth and fur to aid,
In a thatched stone hut we sleep away...

How blissful the thundering tempest
When in morn's decay at last it be...

As the seas and rivers and lakes churned to dust
Beneath the dancing grin of flame...

My eye traces the shadows
Of her neck jaw lip...

I taste the hunger
in her eyes...

Always verdant you
are a March wildflower...