Across these lips
Scarlet red of love
The beating heart of a dove
May these flightless wings fly me away to the soul cut out of the same star
-Someday I do eagerly pray.
I see him just above the crescent moon, shining in reckless majesty.
He is the king of my idolatry
At great distance my body pulls in cosmic chemistry
Like a magnetic puzzle piece that fits so perfectly
I know he, his soul, his skin doth bleed
We, stirred up in romantic mystery, divinely created in the rapture of sea.
How can he deny me, nor I deny thee
It shapes in the fluidity of the key made under sun
Both chambered in each other, we are a destined fit
His poetry designs who I am, his smile unlocks me
My arms are empty without he, I hug the sand beneath
-Until the universe replenishes the same shooting star to travel alongside me
Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) -The last poem of 2012
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