Lofting

Lofting Under a Slopping roof With special Purpose. Looking Up towards An upper story Past the slope Of the face Of your head. Lofting With you My armored hero With whom mystic words Are spoken. To whom's Tender weapon I am open In this atmosphere Of wonder. Aloft So high My soul's Been driven. Exploding With depth Charges Under siege With little Coaxing As mysterious as ever. Aloft Go My sweet surrender. That no incantation Can summon. As i watch You stand with Dignity and character. Wanting you Like no other. There Are places I remember. Lists and chats With tales of Angels, angst and fire. Alternate universes With unknown Destructive powers. Of all of those I love you better.