Healer
HEALER
Sugar, coffee and cream!
She started his day by bathing
his face in a loving embrace
like a golden sun on the rolling
meadow at the edge of the forest
which harbored a secret that
enclosed their lives
Elusive as the wind,
silent as snow, he sat by the window,
a predator at rest whose dangerous
emotions shone through his eyes
like the stare of the wolves who
appeared in this land like shadows and
mist, stalking a kill at the edge of
these words
Honey and ivory, she had offered
herself as a center of refuge, a spiritual
hope, a sensual calm in the cascading
chaos of long brown hair, and the songs
that she sang melted from ice, bubbled
out of the highlands, fell through the
gorges, splashed over green fields
and nourished his heart ‘til he began
to believe that the world was better
than the conflict he’d seen
This passionate healer, singer of songs,
wilderness woman and wife, she knew
that sunlight at breakfast altered the
shadow that came with the night,
revealing the corners and edges of
darkness as the gentle geometry of
cautious concealment for the relentless
hunter who slept in her bed then ran
the ridges and ravines of her days like
a wild idea, feral and hungry, sustaining
itself in the fertile territory of intense
unconditional love
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