Every Season Sought

Hold me tender,
the only one I seek:
temporary tear breach.

Dam the rest
as your love ripples,
fills again those crevices,
archaic, getting old.

I long for those fissures
to grave-grow cold.

Your weathered browns
still warm my soul.

(No sadness today, just recalling those times in each season when I needed most, and you drew me near to remind me of the greatest, purest truth I know. ❤️)

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Wildfire Heart

I’ve loved before.
That’s what lovers do.
Never the problem,
just the flue.

My heat rising
and released,
but others
closed the vent.
I self-suffocated
each ember
of chance.

Again.
And again.

But my match,
finally met.
Impervious
to my intensity,
my molten form
held so tenderly.

I still love them all
for that’s what lovers do,
but so grateful each
closed that flue.

My fire is now
oxygenated,
a type of glow
that originated
when I was finally able
to feel being held,
and the way he made me
first love
myself.

We fell,
we rose,
along the way,
grew together,
blue and white
lovemaking
constellation
flame.

Sanctuary

When draining is the heat,
and bitter, the cold, 
come, my love, 
and enter my soul.

Temperate year-round,
with your favorite blooms,
in my garden of Eden,
take refuge. 

I’ll shelter you in
the protective dome,
the bubble that bounces
gently, a mobile home.

Only nature 
can permeate,
no ghosts, no shadows, 
no losing the way.

The golden hours,
sunrisesandsets,
in our private nirvana,
I’ll extend,

nothing fleeting,
no mirages, 
only the truths
in touchable colors.

When the elements become
too harsh to bear,
and the black cloud
gains ground 
to draw from you
the rain of despair, 

take cover inside
my open arms, 
enter my soul; 
I’ll be waiting 
in our garden. 

Chancellors

I’ll keep the faith,
I’ll hold onto hope,
keep my eye on the light
and the hidden holes.

Don’t want to turn
any more wrong ways,
been searching too long,
I’m ready to stay

right here with you
no matter the world;
we’ll see Love through,
we’ll break the spells,

chancellors of all
that’s good and pure and true,
we’ll bring it out,
stay beautiful.

Let’s keep the faith;
He’ll see us through.
Let’s find more light
and share it, too.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise