Tranquil flesh breaks
In quivers as luscious
Wisdom inward quakes
Like landfall at dusk
When lights begin to flicker
Within windows on the shore
Secret heart flutter quicker
Storing moments now adored
Such forlorn passion wanting
To feel the closing of a door
Hand in hand some dark hour
Remembered rooms and prayer
An ample peace to devour
Busy souls yearning in their
Skins as arms cradle within
And candle flame illuminates
Just breathe it all in
And be whatever it takes
To get home
Rowan Blair Colver