You Touch My Brow

Touching forehead with your laugh,

Creating mind games -

So many endless mind games,

Smiling all the while.

In your lips a kiss is coiling,

For a spring,

Too sweet to taste,

But winding, flowing, as a river,

Parching thirst and giving birth

To life, so bright and green

with roots, unseen;

Released, the trigger, burnt and black;

You fly through space to sit on my lap,

Looking, gazing, into me;

A sacred being,

So unseeing

Of my faults, of cracks within my masks.

Only the light I carry

Has any mattering at all.

Offerings

~  Gifts to the Goddess  ~

Poetry of Innocence