He was a piece of stone,
frozen,
waiting for her gentle carving,
a chisel, to set him free,
to give him shape,
some form,
a frame of bones.
It was her perfume,
her nose,
on his, an arm,
skin to show him more,
than jumping, and racing for clouds,
that there was electricity,
from heaven,
it was about a heartbeat,
of giving,
surrendering,
self on the floor, yet reaching,
teaching about colors,
and that people matter.
It was slow at first,
but he came alive,
in her arms,
and he realized,
there was such a thing,
called love.
He is awake now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”