I came to the razor’s edge
I felt the softness of your breath
Swirling. ebbing, tide,
Rivers of violent creation
This velvet ice of silent streets.
I came to offer tears of unity
In shafts of glowing light
Before exposed desire
Shards of shadows
Rippling mirrors of silver eyes
Sinking deep into black satin sheets.
I came to pay
And as the rhythm of rain
Pulsed tumbling expectations
For wisdom was kept for another day
When we embraced secret dreams.
Written for Poets United