How I ruined love

How would it feel
to be the little spoon
tucked away in arms of light
that kept the coldness of the dark
from seeping into a minds warmth
to put away the insecurities and ask
and find solace in the closeness of her hand to mine

to love the sound of her sleeping breath
because it is thing that gives her life
instead of exhorting the sun
to weep tears for glory
in awe of the art created
when my lips are the brush
and her body the canvas

the posturing in grand gestures
is wearisome poetry
composed of foetal letters
birthed too soon to form words

passionate touches of velvet skin
and kisses soft as brushed thought
have been scored into the flesh of my love
but the feel of her unfurled fingers
beseeching affection
the way flowers pray to the sun

that cries for more than pretty thoughts
it deserves tears of joy
shed from eyes that follow
the lines of her face as they grow
like outstretched arms
following a child's first steps

she needs a caring hand
for the cheek left without a shoulder
a smearing thumb for every tear
a look to share with every smile
and to go with it
a mind that won't recede
at a glance of hurt