The Gift of Tigers

She always loved how he carried the Gift of Tigers…his roar

against the night, permeating

her being down to the bone,

his courage running through her veins,

never dominating.

And he loved the strength of her stride,

the ability to tread on serpents,

her supernatural smile,

how so often she could walk

through the fire of chemo and cancer,

while casting fear off both of them,

with the heart of a lion.

Gifted, both of them…

in each other’s love.

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Memories of Spring

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Our memories of spring My Love, will see us through

even these cold rains.

The light in your eyes draws me closer,

remember the cherry blossums?

I love the sunlight in your hair,

the smell of you

the sweetness of lavender……

and to be honest

even after all these years,

I’m still stunned by you…..

I can’t help but to kiss your face

while having visions

of flowers,

coming alive again….

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: My wife and I have been married a very long time. Part of our success is knowing, the importance of romance.

Down by the Lake

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We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 

     

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