Eros

Sky sleeps her wounded needstongue replays the taste of you ,love , like spring rain falterson the threshold of becomingconstant voices hem me incacophony of centuries whenrape and plunder ruled this land ,your hand so perfect in my owntied time we share when I hardly dareto breathe: as moment passes into dust ;when nothing is as gentle as your touch .Spring rain ,alone pillaging these narrow lanesentombed with needing children ;love wounds all it touchesscars the frightened animal trapped within .Sky serenades these frozen feelingsrich veiled from years of darknesshot wax awakes your beautyyour perfect hand in mine ,I, an awkward fledging forced to flyconstruct this unknown map I hold inside,redeem blood faults of women’s faded yearningsturn to greet God’s omnipresent eye& vanish .