Thursday, August 13, 2015

Be Mine

Hot, Dry, Dusty
And Unfamiliar
This West Coast Season of Summer
After so many years
I have become afraid
And feel very vulnerable
A small sensitive human

In every moment
When any opportunity exists
At Peace,
Once in a while
But only
When I am too tired
To find another's weakness
In me

Yet always loving more
So I embrace us
Till death parts us
I am yours