Crossing a somber
make believe cosmos
where the sharpened brim
of restless nights edge
through raindrop eyes as
the blanketing escape of
your rising circulation
nears smiling threads
of measured perfections.
I feel the precise muscle
of your tenor nestling
my diseased nightmares
as if some lighted aegis
of a sheltered dorm.
My histories drain
through every mile
of a shaking fractured kiss
and my lost soul drowns
begging for some belief.
If you persist in this
perpetual revival…
then take care
as my spirit unravels lost
between the floating taste
and song of your sublime
free and fingered clasp.
https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2015/07/25/redeem-my-love/