Crystalline caveats mount
The vested blur of time

Awash in the reverence
Of reminiscence – this province,

This taste of your skin has been
Embroidered on my lips of memory

The afterburn so lost within me
I can only recall the moon-kissed

Glow of your heart as if redeemed
By the angels of nocturnal fires

As if all blatancy of emotion to
Suggest even the slightest ocean

Depth of searing want – and so
I’ve capsized inside of you

Exposed my soul adrift on
The nimbus waves of your

Soul to heal – let me heal,
Heal your heart in this time.

© K. James Ribble