Hope is the Ground You Walk On

okay, tea
you can be sipped
tepid or cool steam rising
or falling
like the rising
or falling
of your smooth chest turned
upwards exposed to the naked
of the night

yet still,
you can be still
in the stillness of it
all stars in shortened stride
you are the moon rising
or falling
on my horizons spilling
rubies rising
or falling
in my diamond studded sky

let me reach you.

the blanket over my shoulders
the cord to my creation

the incandescence of things to come
for lovers playing cards.


























-klbeaudry

Author's Note

A love poem, by me? What?!

Reviews

[J.Black]

As much as no man wants to let his pride down and show his softer side- who knew what you could make of it! You write differently from others on this site- with emphases on particular things that don't always posses much beauty- such as a simple cup of tea. You're crafting words so lovely- I might just have to toss my coffee out! Haha.

[joseffthered]

very soothing

[Taylor H.]

I enjoyed this!

[Geralyn Miller]

Eloquent; yet it leaves me craving more.

[Kesha]

Very beautiful! What a wonderful read! :)

[emily joe]

i like this a lot. excellence in simplistic beautiful words.