gathering of moments)
amid the clash of angel armies,
raspberries bleed on your lips,
pressed the corners of our hearts
the curves of the wind.
moon's miracle gobbled the shadows
I held you down between grasses.
rolled over and over as thunder
against the horizon.
rain afraid to touch your cheeks
bombs burst in the leaves to your side.
wanted to run, but was frozen
the glare of the star light.
squeezed your hand to my heart
felt lightning in your fingertips,
way you linger against my skin,
way the heat lingers with the ground.
poured the power of muscle into small cups,
drowned my impoverished soul
the longing temptation of
between the stars, the rain, my arms.
clothed you only in the hush of evening sounds,
in that bareness, heard heartbeats
they swelled from a tapping rhythm
the cascading thunder of lovers..
we were born to bless a moment,
was a gathering of priests,
the temple stretched, timelessly,
each moment stopped to observe.
horizon parted the darkness.
tongue, red, between dark and light,
lips that whispered to my soul
tongue was lost in that moment.
I pulled you tight, my tears pushed
air from my eyes.
was a pounding greater than rain,
No matter how quiet, my heart was never still.
~~~ by Michael Chaussee