Somewhere, I make promises
No bravoes, no bells, beyond
Dreams. Into the deep.
Somewhere, I kneel for love
I sketch a heart in between
Yards and temples, something
Ephemeral, on air, on wires, on web,
On sheets. Candles of wax –
I light on mountains.
Somewhere, I write words, spin threads
I blog on wires
I make a kiss, full red lips of chants
I hug tight – as the mind can grasp.
There is an ascension of thoughts, somewhere
Draping like shrouds, patterns of shimmering silk
I wrap on you –
The brilliance of God’s designs
Protective and steadfast
Amazing grace, I hold your heart
You trace my bones, my moist nipples
My sculpted blood. You, fierce –
Night and dawn.
Somewhere – here and in spring
Near St. Vianney, the memories
Of our vows, the hands of God anoint.
We endure –
Holding a kids laughter, firm –
seeing the world.
/rosevoc dec 7,2017