Agape to Eros
Of all the ways
To read
Your name
In a poem
To touch you
With words
Read again
Over and over
And again
Martinos @ 2018
Category: My Love
for Jan
Turn to love, turn
see a heaven in her eye
Your heart set sail
And then the sky
Martinos © 2018
for J
she has a heart of light
she will touch you
with her radiance
see this, and
you will realise
your own illumination
who is she?
Martinos © 2017
There’s a photo
of you
set
above the door
You’re smiling
naturally
as only you can do
Smiling in a way that
moves the spirit
And there it is:
Loved and safe
in an instant
Every time
I leave the house
Or enter
Martinos © 2017
I your mirror as you are mine
On reflected spiral
We climb
On breaths
On wings
Of light
By light
Most wondrous
Unified
With space between
This connection in simplicity
Of pure intent
MChallis © 2015
with morning’s breath
soft kisses touching
lightly the nape of love
MChallis © 2015
As the fire subsides
into furnacing embers
And the ocean’s voice washes
in from across the field
Making ready for sleep
you offer a glass of peppermint tea
and wish for us a restful goodnight
In evening’s air, in night time’s breath,
we sip and without word listen to
crickets rhythmic and persistent as they
chorus at the perimeter of shadows and stars,
to the gentle ones at rest on their perches
each with an eye on the moon
who call or croon at irregular intervals,
to the ageing house who creaks as she
shifts her shoulders
from one side of night to the other
Then with a gentle kiss
and a last wish of goodnight
we turn from this to ebb
away to the silence
away to our sea
of sleep
MChallis @ 2014
Darling
you are my anchor for strength
my sail for promise
my tiller for direction
and the intrepid breeze
feeding the journey
unceasingly
after cutting timber
at the top of the hill
I waited for you
not long enough for the magpie’s
wing-feather to fall from the conifer
and then your silhouette
along with the sunset
struck me
and drawing closer
your smile
drawing closer
Morning
Soft light
And light sleeping
She sighs and lifts and sighs and falls
Her breath the gentleness of day beginning
I sit and watch her
more lovingly than a child could
martin challis
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