A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Diana Parkhouse on Unsplash

Sharing a Web

Let you make your journey

so I can see the blue of your eyes

reflecting the skies.

Their seafoam glint not unlike rain drops

greeting an open-mouthed ocean.

Come just as you are.

Write these words down.

I love you.

We were made out of love

to love.

Etch them on your heart

as they leave my lips

alongside the other ponderings

so you never have to feel alone.

You want, I want.

We get what we need if we try.

This is the condition of my soul.

The woman you love.

Bursting at the seams with desire.

Melted ice dripping from her like a faucet.

The queen came.

Aching to follow the king’s rules

as his eyes became all hands.

Cocooned in their web,

they were naturals.

Outside, a faint tune is playing.

The song in my heart is louder.

My room is silent.

The curtains flutter.

I straddle the chair.

A restless writer

to welcome a new day.

A spoonful of chocolate therapy.

A spoonful of your sugar.

A storm in a treasured place

to let me know I’m alive.

Do the planets kiss like we do?

Does the moon blush?

Honey, I believe in miracles

as our ghosts cheer us on.

Envious of our joy

but knowing we’ve earned it.

Now I will sleep.

Maybe.

© Julia R. DeStefano

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The Red Queen in her crown. YA & adult poetry. Love & relationships. I preserve moments in the glistening amber of language. #WhirlingIntoFlame now available.