Inches and Minutes by Lulu AlderYou,
your voice
Makes the hum in my ears of base annoyances from the day
string into a folk song
seeming comfortingly familial.
You,
your touch
Allows the taut ropes in my marionetted muscles
to relax in...into...around
And by all other prepositions you fill me.
Inch by inch Im inducting your body to meld with my own
Bone, flesh, heart, love that cannot comprehend anything but this
Intimacy in thoughts
where Silence takes the hand of Contentment to reveal the truth of abstract.
Minute by minute Im celebrating the minutiae
Of you,
your freckle,
your elbow,
your smile,
of You.
08/10/2007 Author's Note: This one has been sitting in hiding on my PC for ages, and I have finally just submitted into letting it exist for what it wants to be. It isn't polished or perfect or even very good, but it is love (and that is good).
Posted on 08/10/2007 Copyright © 2024 Lulu Alder
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