YOU ARE HELD

You are held in the light of love, the grace of all, the surrender of rapture. Lay your head upon my soft lap: Rest here. The scent of sweet lemon, a balm to your soul: golden light of ease, blooms within the sharp edges of your tired eyes. Sigh here.  The world seems...

IN BETWEEN

You light the fire of my heart: tender and warm, a flame to be reconciled.  Do you open yourself to the splendor of possibilities,  the rapturous heat awaiting you? You speak in tongues and whispers, fingertips and salt.  In between, a silence: then crack  like frozen...