What whisper-wonders we have travelled
meandering through grasslands
waving shades of summer gold,
and on tiptoe pathways
through dark green forests
serenading us their secret sorrows
where we paused to sip
from chattering pristine streams
which like wildest wine,
intoxicated our gaze
into each other’s body-souls
and then to sit communing
on a rough-barked log
that immersed its story into ours.
You read my heart and sing me yours
and we dance and twirl as one
and touch-heart-serious flows
into whimsy-whirl
and back and forth
and back again
How you love
to shelter me, rock-strong, from harm
and how I bask, blissful,
in your eager guardian arms.
(26 January 2012)
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