Change

change like seasons necessary like the sun tilting its weary head in the sky daily a majestic golden wondrous warrior there is no thought like you and i nor apathy or disdain when the dusk of day sets nor worry if the moon is more lovely change like weather rain to sun and hail to snow cold to warm to hot like my palm placed ever so gently upon your brow felt within the solitude of the depths of my abdomen rising like sparrows to my throat screeching your name falling like birdsong upon your mouth open and in awe waiting for me in kiss soft as this night © Susan Marie