Hemisphere
solstice gesture
.
Your hands were meant for loving shape
Smoothing hair from off my face
Creating strands with fingers splayed
Tracing lines along my lip
Caress the curving of my hip
Form the vessel from which you sip
Inspire ache encourage spread
Promised pleasure reluctance shed
Only our secrets within this bed
You still the world I hold my breath
Hands lift the grief from off my chest
Raise my heart dismiss the next
Into your hand I placed the key
You witnessed all the shadows of me
Gripped in a vow to never be free
.
There is a lovely touch of romance about this poem and the idea that a solstice gesture, made by a lover's hand, could bring hope and new light to one who has become rather heavy with grief and the long darkness of one of life's inevitable winters. Fine poem, Rena - and very timely today, on Solstice day!
You have such a wonderful way with words, Rena -- so tactile, so intimate. Happy Solstice.