bathes grass blades, turns hardened earth to moist loam,
all softened in welcoming warm sunlight.
Viewing this from my window, warmed in home
of your bathed glow, softened by gentle sight
of your eyes, I become a flaming field
of desire welcoming your raining flesh,
opening my arms, raising them to yield
to your sacred blizzard of delight, fresh
shield of your skin protecting me from all
assaults of this universe, my closing
arms protecting you from relentless fall
through loneliness. How softly now you sing
of two soul’s meeting, and I harmonize
softly, celebrate our hearts in our eyes.
Roger Armbrust
February 14, 2011
