This Love

bare-footed & slowly,

tip-toeing….

through the wavering heart plashets…

underneath me…

only looking into the Soul that’s surrounding

Its rain drips down…

drop…pouring…

from a battered weariness,

cascading upon my own achy feet,

which wear the pain of my dreary mess,

catching each of his drips,

withIn my Soul…They take rest,

filling appetites,

for I hunger a Soul shower,

replacing lost moments,

with just This time,

to devour his love,

to step into

& plug….

mySelf.

within the breach of his heart,

as, I too, have fractures…

that rain down into art,

spilling abstract images & words,

with no more end…..no

start.----ed with passion, love,

trust & dreams….

yet, here am I,

knee-deep….

in two lover’s tear-jerkers,

sleepless, mid-nightmare screams….

“indulge me….

in an ocean’s refuged hearts dive,

before it all dries,

cracking ….

into more heart faults,

causing hearts that drip tears & blood…

taken…..cracked hearts clutters…..”

I mutter….

floating about,

withIn what love puddles…

caressing the waves of his Soul’s shutters,

overflowing into my river,

into

what This love’ll do

© 11/25/12 LeTisha.Woods