Thursday, March 31, 2016

Rachel











Rachel

I love you to lift loose lids:
A warm storm that might
Bounce birds in a sky
That dandles them, dangles them,
Each one made feather
Just to soar like my heart.

You untangle me
The way you handle me
Or just stand with me
And I hap to have you.

But luck doesn’t cut it –
It must have been
A song sung sweet hooked
Through the steps we took
Or a strong thrum beat hid
Unthought in what we did,
That would bend us together
To be woven like a basket
That would hold our love.

We bask in and are that basket
Which is holding our love.
And I hold you my love
And you, me and we three
The you, the me and the love

We are good – good eggs.

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