Woven Vines
Do not look for me
when you are sighing yourself to sleep
do not look for me
when you feel the bright light of dawn
keep your heart
quiet and still
small and hidden
what cannot be
found cannot be broken
We joined our hands
like plaited braids
counted our
blessings with eyes cast down
held onto each sand
of the desert,
drank from the
stream of our kindred
consciousness where our words found
each other in the night.
consciousness where our words found
each other in the night.
You burn with the fire
of myriad suns
Your body an
instrument I long to play
your eyes are
emeralds deep and dark
your teeth like
white pearls.
I want to climb
into you
and hold your
limbs close to mine
we can be a single
star
bursting like a
seedpod
in the summer
night.
Our minds meet--
our hearts beat--
our voices soft--
we lived our lives
like woven vines.
Heather Lake
8/9/2017
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