history calling; future spawning

a storm beckons
and I look for you.

these hands
seek comfort
in protecting

with head
layed down
soft, rounded breast,
i surrender,
in power primordial.

lend me
your strength ma’-
let us roar once again
and show
how deep love can go.

a storm beckons
and we look to one another.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s