change like seasons necessary

like the sun tilting its weary head in the sky daily

a majestic golden wondrous warrior

there is no thought like you and i nor apathy or disdain when the dusk of day sets nor worry if the moon is more lovely

change like weather rain to sun and hail to snow cold to warm to hot

like my palm placed ever so gently upon your brow felt within the solitude of the depths of my abdomen rising like sparrows to my throat screeching your name falling like birdsong upon your mouth open and in awe waiting for me in kiss soft

as this night

© Susan Marie