To the highest obsession
I adore her nightly
and daily yet kisslessly
she is in every windy
step too precious
to name to reach or
with words express
she fills my valley with
stillness and breath
we take turns aspiring
to mutual caress
clear or cloudy
no nevertheless
generous and pouty
she lets me rest
in the celestial.


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2 Responses to Sky

  1. Don’t know how to write a comment that sounds as thoughtful and amazing as your poem does…i suppose I dont have to

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