When I thought I might lose you A heatwave crossed my heart and Left my neck blushing as My eyes bled to cool the rashéd skin
You gave me an alternative to the darkness
How easy it was to forgive every human Failing except yours and in the aftermath Of all that I feared I found Your mask upon the counterpane
You were reluctant to wear it in bed
It feels comfortable in your hands As I do in the texture of such fantasy Carrying me your head bowed My legs were not strong enough
Through the archway with flowers
When I noticed your pain I understood your love and the gravitas Of every scientific invention and patent And of everything that cannot be helped.
You are where I choose to rest and who to bed.
Text: © J. L. Nash, 2012
what a poetry.