T.L.C.

Angels built bridges to negate the land between us; spanning psychic rivers, laying heartbeat highways until all roads led to you. Telegraph wires sang sonnets in the air; birds scattered 'lest such poetry stun their flight and cuff them to the earth. I feel you everywhere, in every breath and motion; sleep, when it lays rest my brain, it is your lips kiss out the lights. It is your hands that tease open the blinds at dawn and waken me to it's glow. Then, beyond the ragged sphere of this world's failed repair, I heal within your arms, your tender loving care.