Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Timbre of Love

In a dream, I found a way to survive and I was full of JOY.

©Timbre of Love
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved

Reveries of past cobalt skies
playing backdrop to autumn’s
deepest saturation of
golden leaves and pumpkins,
of resisting winter’s icy encroachment
and it’s blue velvet nights
when we cocooned together
in Grandma’s patchwork quilts,
are like a cloudburst
of your stalwart arms
enveloping me with warmth and love.

Your lips kiss the words from mine
scattering thoughts, and our
booted feet, awash in puddles
from last night’s icy rain,
dance as though warmed from latent
wildfires that seared across the
bare skin of limbs wantonly twisted
together in the filtered light of dawn.
Beveled edges of light, like missing
art prints on glass, blur melded bodies
and flash freeze moments of love and time.