Inner-being

Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing

Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread

Hear, See, Act

Gentle of course, and incredulous
I’d ask them 
With my eyes
To consider 
With their ears
Now
If, having heard
Do they see
Linen in my clutches
Lace dangling from my left 
And as I drop it down
Do they move 
To run and rescue and reclaim
What is ours

while I read

Seek me in the soft
Shadows where I’ve the need to play

Find me on the frilled
Fringe as I take dares each day

Catch me on the kindred
Curves where ease and danger meet

Take me to the tall
Tree and wait at my feet