Chide me not in winter’s breath
Summer passed us both
And seasons salted wounds
we’d both promised selves to keep hidden
Yet here we stand
As unlocked pieces
Once wedded-
And though we’ve quiver full of barbs and jests
In Eros’ debt, unsung the arrow
In your arms I fall without injury
Without defense
Tis love
A felling blow well
Dare not I say, a fall to bridge the gap from darker to brighter days
For H.M.
AbyKittiwake 