Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A call for Arms

Out my arms
To hold you close
That I would bask in you
In the warmth of your birthing
A new season to enjoy
Revel in the subtle changes
And feel your movements under my palm
Each one too small for the eye to witness
I did not know there would been a cleansing
A washing to strong for your stillness
You could no longer hold your seed
And I cried for your losses
For they were mine also
Pearls left on the road
Where even men
Missed the glean
Of tears
By cheeks
On high ground
Looking for words
Spelled like red crosses
Of an Army who saves
So you wonder who will march
In with tracts and hopefully lunch
For bodies can’t hear over the gnaw
Because bellies are attached to the hearts
And my soul is ever attached to yours
Please bring seeds so I can remember love
Let me show you the old cornerstones
Talk with me of where I can be
When the dark takes the daylight
To places I can’t go
Before you leave here
Tell me the truth
Will you come
Back for

© Navypoet 12/28/11

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