And, How Was Your Day?

(Pain in prose is often shattering emotion.)

My mind weakens succumbing
To the many gentle promises of you.
My soul reposes as some rose lain
In satin on a crystalline night awaiting your touch–

My heart sheds its winter clothes.

See not the scars I earned;
The years I learned;
The moments I yearned;
Instead, excuse my precious words of pain–

Reckless homes.

(I feel your softness
Wrapping around my most tender wounds.

I remember myself tomorrow,
I forgive myself yesterday–
All, now, in the context…

Of you.)

(Imprisoned between trust and fear,
I lash out when I least expect it–

Forgive me.)

Time not ticking,
Thoughts not clicking,
Jokers not tricking–

I call out to you.

I see you in the walls.
I smell you under my clothes.
Help me stop shaking–

Secure your face in my dreams.

I am learning that trust and fear
Are not really my captors–

Only the memory of your promised warmth.

Now, I shed these chains and
Snuggle in modest nakedness
Against the very memory of your soul.

Next to YOU.

And, how was your day?