random gatherings from the quiver

You licked your sword to show me how sharp your tongue was.....

it still falls just as heavy as I remember it to be

the prosper eludes me
but in my heart I can never be weak
what these hands are for
and where and why I cannot recall....

but the rain taps and raps at my window like ghosts

but not my ghosts......

Wish I was oceansize

This mystery
your profound intrigue with the crashing of the waves
you love it so much
the sound they make when they chip away at the jetties
one tiny pounding at a time
the aftermath of the tide recoiling in preparation for the next
barrage of abuse
maybe the allure is that of the abuse
you so delight in the chaos of the pounding waves
so much so that you forget that I am in there
in every swell my heart is at it's mercy
to your revelry

Eight arms to hold you....

so as to never forget
how you feel against me
to protect you in the storm
from the hail of bullets
to calm your nerves
and usher in slumber
to hide your eyes from what you fear to see
and defend you from harm
defend you from harm
point the way when you steer the wrong
to dry the tears when the world betrays
to be the only arms you ever need