Loving Preps

Image His breath over your shoulder - directly Could that be why your bloodshot eyes weep profoundly? Softly with indignation - then you are blessed. Soon your heart - tender-dark will wake from its lurid Dream; ache to take on all the mournful, full-moons gloom. Turning you; from ridged granite. Shaping you on his loom …Into a sympathetically, warm; fabric Now wouldn't that soft undercurrent be magic… Wouldn't His love in those dark shadows fill your steps? Not with chilblains raindrops but with loving preps Sublime, manifestations, let them follow you Love envelope you, its a long time overdue.