As the poet is the keeper
of desire through the pen
as the upward pressing breeze
supports the falcon's wings
as the almost present kiss
burns with promised fire
and your "never have before"
stops my breath then takes my heart -
Keep me.
As snowfall whispers flowers
through the death of ice to spring
and moon song serenades
her hopeless love to sun
as mountains reach toward meadow
and meadow longs for sea
and desert begs for rain
as I for your caress -
Keep me.
Though I know not your middle name
nor you my favorite song
I open under one full moon
pour my soul into your eyes
then dive, surrender, leave the cliff
the rocks are sharp below
and all I need for protection?
the circle of your arms -
Keep me.
As separation's temporary
death cannot us part
there is no distance, time, no miles
no mountains, countries, space
your smile, your lips, your voice, your eyes
lay bare the everything I am
and thus surrender I in faith
with such sweet purity -
Keep me.
Natalie Noël
March 7, 2015
Mandeville, LA
© Natalie Noël