Pebbles and Beaches
If you were a pebble picked up by me from the beach,
I would have kept you close to my heart,
And never let you out of sore sight and rational reach,
Protected you from every sloven screech.
I would have touched every scar,
Kissed your throat that swallows stars.
Even if it meant gibbeting my heart.
Shadowy, shallow sheaves of your shedding sentiments,
Let me touch the twinging, trembling tips of your hands,
And foster love into your heart's barren lands.
Velvety vitality of your giggles flows as a river,
Under the bridges of my consciousness.
Chilling and captivating, it tingles on my neck,
A blooming shiver.
Be of some use,
My mortal muse,
Let me capture you in my poetry,
So that I can love you for eternity.
I can't promise you the world;
All I have is love, a melody of a bird.
Copyright © Anne Winter | Year Posted 2025
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