Rockhollow Series: Love-Worthy
Twelve of Thirty
Unique Words: 205
I held her there, night
after night, rocked her, fed her, buried my love into her -
despite others versions of love,
despite no one stepping to the plate,
offering unwarranted opinion on how it should be done.
Their time will come. In my unwavering silence, I won't judge them in equal, mindless measure, I won't waste my time.
You and I, lover we, swing back and forth
on the wooden carriage
my Grandad bought us before
she entered in.
I don't mind if we stay until
it rains, until you make me laugh, until I kiss your aged knuckles
as if foreign islands surrounded
You say, after a heady sigh,
you've missed me.
I intertwine my pale fingers with yours
over hot tea and don't
fall apart with how much I've missed this,
It's been lonely, unforgiving as green eyes
burnt by brightly blaring Sun.
This burnt-out, poorly slept head is warring
with love and rage - equal measure -
I treasure this moment, side by side,
admiring the cherry blossom, mostly
My ears hum her out, eyes well with tears, as she yells due to dropping a rock or
missing something - no one else able, wanted.
I am too exhausted to be there yet I know I'll get up, keep going - more resilient than I thought,
I can keep fixing
hurt, mine and hers, while the world tells me how I can please them when I only need to please
Isn't the cherry pure and magical?
Aren't those bee-flies busy and beautiful?
Oh, soul please restore, you're needed more
than you know, by her
Steady yourself, this love is boundless,
be in your boundlessness.
Quieten and rest,
you're a world of growth,
loved and blessed.
All that matters is three,
in this place we are free.
Plant only what you wish to see
and weed out what you don't.