Aways From Now

What I give for a glass of honeyed milk warmed not to burn these chapped lips weathered by this elemental life,
where Sun meets us, burning our desires hot & heavy into the flesh
til we frustrate ourselves to apathy-
a coiled rainy day cry.
You’d look me in my watercolor pupils, quietly disengaging heartfelt utterances–
embrace my frame, shaken by burdens never mine for carry.
& tell me, sweetest dreams are yet reality, but a place lies we long sight
to see, heavenly.
A home marked by joy,
echoing laughter’s legacy,
salted in sainted sorrow,
our truest Self awaits.
Take this cup-a toast we shall make-
to tasting eternity!
My belly fully nourished,
thankfulness exhaled
breath by breadth.