The Luckiest

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]Solar illumination crept      
into our final morning      
     
You reach for your      
medicine bag, open it      
place a buckeye seed      
in each of my palms –      
For Luck, you say      
folding your fingers      
firmly over mine.      
     
Your hair feather      
rests against my neck      
lead crystals reflecting      
a rainbow'd wall of  magic      
     
All 88 constellations      
set in your pupil'd      
irises in after-light      
     
We are weightless      
under pelts, natural      
as our own epidermis      
burning wood cracks      
branches somewhere      
beyond us, its heat      
preying eagerly        
on a lingering chill        
     
You read my eyes, ask      
if I’m composing poetry      
I say no, just thinking      
how as a little girl      
I always wanted      
to be loved by a poet,      
spend our aged years      
in the composition      
of beautiful verse      
born of inspiration      
between us      
     
You smile, your palm      
covers the entire side      
of my face, no trace      
of sorrow or jealousy      
crosses your gaze,      
only a deep respect      
for courageous truth      
     
You say you want      
that for me as well      
pray the Great Spirit      
will favor my wish      
     
I ask why – why      
would you pray      
that I be favored      
by a poet when    
in this moment      
I'm the luckiest      
being so loved    
by a poem      
     
A befallen silence      
strips our Spirits      
crystallized refractions      
explode across the cabin      
stars meet their season      
billions of miles from origin      
thermometers swell      
their mercurial red      
magnetising solidly      
deeply infusing    
one inside the other        
~

First Place Winner "Romance" Competition
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