Thursday, 11 February 2016

Remembering Love

His kisses are my sun,
that bright spot 
that hits me hard
and soft and reminds me
sunny days are a kind of love
from God through a
great ball of fire
suspended in infinite space.
He becomes my sun.

And when I am lying
gently in his arms
while his hands soothe
and stroke and calm,
his voice, soft and
filled with wonder,
says my eyes are like stars,

he becomes my moon.


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