Scarlet tresses my only cover
I lie with her and twine fingers…
Thinking again how something fragile
Has such strength over me
My love is a wildflower
Slowly opening, seeking sun
Something so tiny,
A word, a touch, a sigh
Yet draws my thoughts
Anchors me
I found that I can read her
Her thoughts from her eyes
Her need from her skin
Her want from what she doesn’t say
All the fractured images
Half dreamed days and half seen nights
Still they echo
With sounds not yet sung
A tune still known
- H.o.H
07.07.21















