Crown Me

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Pro Church Media on Unsplash

Crown Me

It is snowing.

I need a soul that will join my soul.

Trembling bells to ring out with mine.

Bodies losing their loneliness once and for all,

like the photographs that line albums of years’ past -

hand-in-hand, cheek-to-cheek,

joined at the hip-to-hip.

Comforted by the couch, the bed,

by the cherished doorway to your room

as the doorway to mine.

I’ve known you forever and the day

your hand found me.

My boots plunge hard into the frozen earth,

footfalls of a stubborn lioness

refusing to retract the beats of her heart

with an ear pressed to her soul,

honoring her visions.

Trying to fend off the chill

gnawing at her bones

because we love each other,

and life rushes through us.

Now crown me.

© Julia R. DeStefano