Listen To the Warm
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
Look deep into my Springtime
and listen to the warm
Leave all traces of winter behind
Listen closely...and you'll hear
the drip drops fall from that ice crystal fortress
that surrounds your heart. I understand why it's there
But now that it's melting away, it's easier to be able to
Listen to the warm...
The drips from your heart's fortress have formed a babbling brook
With bated breath you board the boat with me
Soon the topaz water's gurgling sound is in sync with your breathing
And you relax
Our destination?
A cozy little cottage, in the middle of no where, but home to us
Beneath our feet the lush green grass is speckled with wild flowers
You pick a magenta one, and place it in my hair
Like a couple of kids on a play date, we clasp hands
and scurry across the field, our laughter echoing along with our steps
We see that the door is ajar, a fluffy turquoise rug beckons us
Snuggling upon it, I find the rug is even softer than it looks, as is your skin
Soon the thunderous din of your heartbeat is in sync with mine
Quite a rhythm section amid hushed whispers and the babbling brook outside our window
It becomes our lullaby, as we dream within this dream, we continue to
Listen to the warm...
Allowing the warmth to embrace us, our hearts say, that everything will be okay...
4/17/16
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