Poem – “Rub your Eyes, Dear” – Romance – 8/8/2020

Trace your ground,
Smother that sound
Of years that belong to yesterday.
There is too much at stake
For you to break.

I wed, through the sonnet,
Your fabled face,
In its truest grace.
I speak syllables that matter most
To the epitome of what is close.

The gates surround
Where we walk beyond the shore.
We get undressed
To the rain, that stains our forehead.

Love has wings
That I bring
To your aching back.

Love is that emotion
I tremble with, to the notion
That you are safe in comfort.

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