his Eos,
stunning muse,
white feathers
when used as a pen
write of her
his parchment stained
with her tears of dew
***
Please excuse my absence. I’m 10,000 feet up where the air is thin and crisp. I’m at peace this morning. Life. Love. Mountains. Enjoy your moments. They go so quickly.
Make sure she allows eye contact, it will show trust.
She’ll want to touch you, she ought to lightly brush your chest.
Her hand should want to stop, lingering as she feels your heartbeat.
Maybe her fingers will tap in rhythm.
If it’s her eyes you see, make sure she sees yours completely.
When she leans in to kiss you goodnight, think. This moment. Is she who you’ve waited to see?
for a blink
there was hope
found it smiling,
through the mist
light reveals
trickery, by hands
of man.
so now trust she may never
truly know again
without transparency
midsummer maiden
slipping into apricot
chest out, confident
detailed
his thoughts,
pure
the hum she chose,
in virgin white shining
as he approached.
assessing
the angle,
in which she’s presented,
required leaning in close
as she murmured,
come on, let’s go
breath, fact of the living
our exhale, evidence of continuing
tears acknowledge loss, possibly
smile supports prosperity
brave face endures them all
