British Columbia, Canada
Let loose the poisons from my vein;
and yes, pour salt upon the wound.
"Holy, Holy," in refrain
beneath a hallowed moon.
How is it then ... I taste the salt of her tears?
Twins born apart ... reunited in rhymed reflecting mirrors.
If I've but one wish ... it would be to give her my eyes,
to grant her my view ... her true beauty in resonating realize.
I beg of the muses at night to pen for her in chapter and verse,
that I might write a lullaby to free her from this sleepless curse.
In the end, 'tis her own pen that will compose that venial symphony,
her veins bleed of need that will keep her promised poetic epiphany.
Your pen will be your key baby ...
Love you KA.
Yanno, I read this poem and the responses for the first time today, and got all teary-eyed.
A pen will truly always be your release and savior K, but having this woman to walk tall with don't hurt a dang thing either that is for sure.
I salute you both, my Gemini ladies, from one more of the "G-girlies" - and a very Happy Birthday Karen.
You both are so loved.