Sun-blessed stone
“The roses you tread
will envy your mouth”
. (Rubén Darío)
As we climbed the mountain:
You with your camera,
me with my flask of tea;
you, dressed in morning light,
ribboned with cloud,
me, like gravity’s supplicant;
you, your limbs and your
curious eyes and your dark
streaming hair in total control;
me, simply following you
up the mountain: Ready to
carry your knife or be lamb.
As we climbed I could feel
the rocks and the sun
and the air in between:
As light as my fingertips,
warm as the touch of your
breath on my lips;
like our flesh, always meeting like
birds fly through shadow,
leaping from sun-blessed stone.
August 8th, 2011 at 1:10 am
Well, I’ve gone through much of what was readily available on line. I don’t know who you are but your poems have spoken to me.
I would like to recommend to you a Walter Benton review. Some of your imagery brought this WWII poet to mind.