Clasped as one

A poem about honesty and timing in love and the benfits or damage this can reap.

Clasped as one

Do you see me for me?
Can you love me for my wrongs?
I’ll write you songs,
Make you mine, rhymes for all time.

Drifting aimlessly through red
bloody waters; dead from their touch.
Withholding just enough of oneself,
To still be. I cry for a gentle arm.

Hold me tight, through the night;
We’ll wake to moonlight love
With angels wings like feathers bring.
A wonderment; union filled bliss.

Bells tinkle in my fragile broken mind.
Don’t be unkind. Stroke this flighty bird;
Watch it soar.
I want more; need more.

As we channel powers,
Floating, fingers clasped together as one.
I wonder; Do you see the damage?
The potential? The dreamy light?

Send messages of adoration
Into unseen clouds of misty
Drifting shards. Have you looked into
the smoke? Seen again my love?