Keeper of Her Heart

You make it so HARD              
not to sacrifice consequence              
to the seeming God of division. . .            
white lines and brilliant lights  
so warm in appearance            
             
as though this lifetime  
what few years remain  
is worth relinquishing  
over a single night of experience  
 
a Venn Diagram protectorant --  
an Alternate Reality of existence  
that the veil can be lifted;  
 
But, it would not be Poetic  
only a selfishness attempt  
at a compromised grasp  
 
For who wins a race cutting  
route through a forest;  
the trees watch and know  
despite who holds the trophy  
 
My Father once told me safety  
and Trust were the most coveted  
haven a man could lay his head  
and Spirit to rest in this world  
 
Not like Delilah's cradled lap  
under ivory mobiles of breast  
where intention and shear            
sabbotage snip away strength  
 
But a studied appraiser  
whose expertise recognizes  
the value of an Honest man  
by virtue of his contrast  
 
the endless trove of weight  
accompanying His difficult  
decisions to remain unscathed  
by the betrayal of Hope  
 
Through these times a woman  
is tried, her heart a portrait  
of patience behind integrity;  
the key a locket of choice  
 
Faint flickers of compromise  
temp her to forget herself  
alluring as Venus hiding  
sulfuric gases behind shine  
 
But she is a Southern Provence  
strongly soft lavender of being  
wafting aroma growing  
seasonally among tares  
 
She is gathered and pressed  
spread over damaged skin  
molded into wax pillars  
to emit the calm of scent  
 
dripped into a hot bath  
with chamomile for sleep  
adorns tension as a compress  
is constant in growth  
 
Her Light is her touch;  
her touch is balm He extracts  
by honor and virtue  
being the Keeper of her Heart  
 
She desires not to be a starry planet  
masked by shine and misunderstood  
but fertile ground that he may sow  
his lifetime into

And, come harvest moon  
reap in the safety of her Love  
partaking the bounty of Trust  

All the while. . .Her fingers  
lightly combing his locks            
             
~            
             
             
For Johnny, Always            
💜