far from the fret and fray.
Come sit by my side and hear with your heart.
Do you hear the gentle silence surrounding us?
With you by my side, my senses are heightened
and I feel all I hear
and taste all I see.
As the whisper soft snow falls,
I feel myself falling in love.
I am the soft breathing in the breeze and
the wind in the willows.
Feeling the flicker of a flame in the dark,
I know the stirring of my ice encrusted heart.
As I taste your breathe mingled with mine
my chest expands taking you deeply inside me.
Can you hear
the smooth comfort in your soft light,
lulling me with its tender melody?
Can you see
the gentle caress of your presence,
the color of honeyed amber?
Can you taste
the rise of the moon above the trees,
silken against my tongue?
Can you feel
the perfume of our bodies entwined,
petals floating in a deep and inviting bath?
Can you smell
the slide of your skin against mine,
the heady aroma of our union?
The near silent sounds of
a mother’s lips pressed against the head of her child,
the tender tear splashed on a page of poetry and
the silence of surrender
all magnify in my chest and I know
I am open and ready to receive you.
Every fiber of my being can feel your entrance;
gently, graciously, quietly
and yet so powerfully
you have come into my heart, my world, my life.
The scent of a butterfly’s aimless flight across a meadow of
dancing daisies,
the green aroma of her journey mirrors
the budding of my soul in you.
Promise, hope and faith.
For I am yours – bursting into bloom for your pleasure
and mine.
I’ve become liquid for you,
flowing, easing, no resistance.
As we come together,
the river-flow of cotton sheets ripple across our bed and
couples with the power of a stream carving away the
surrounding rock
as it makes its way home to the sea.
Each moment with you is the
artful spinning of a spider.
Silken strand by strand
a steel-strong web gently defined.
My love, my own force of nature,
you are the pull of the moon on Mother Earth.
You are the rooted foundation of Grandmother Willow.
You are the skyward stretch of Sister Redwood.
You take me with such compelling force
and I am passionately willing.
Listen closely.
I can hear the tide coming in;
Transparent movement wave by wave
easing slowly and surely o’er the sandy shore.
Can you hear it? Feel
it?
Quiet, calm, embrace, mild,
Steady, strong, complete
Hush, my love, hush, for all is well.
~ Mk Michaels, 2014
