MY LOVE

MY LOVE

I dance in him, my back is strong, my feet are steady
I tiptoe around his heart, pluck here, whisper there
And leave smiles and tinkling laughter where I go.
He is an anchor, warm fruitful soil under my feet
Where I go he grows the most beautiful flowers.

He likes to hold me in his hands, capture my being
But I am evasive, I splinter in so many colourful shards
He likes to hold me in his heart, and I like to be there.
He wants to hold me in his arms, but I flee and fly
I always come back, if not one of me, then the other.

I am his puppy, I am so young but I am too old
His heart does know and doesn’t even care
To him I am one whole person, to me he is love
I live in him, my arms are strong, my feet are lightning
I breathe him in, he fills the very soul of me

When flashing days turn into frightening nights
And demons wake and laughter turns torment
His hand reaches out through immeasurable distance
And holds mine so tight, so tight, my warm light,
And whispers, dance, dance, you can do it, dance!

© Darren White