...Under the Drift...

His soft cherub cheeks

glow

pink, rose, red

he is unaware of the depth

of my love

unaware of the ferocity

of my Self

in regard to him

and his brothers

He has not yet seen

the crippling power

stream from my body

nor the distance I would

and will go for him

for all of them

the light will stay on

as I carry him

like a glass angel

past the snow drift

and the streaming street light

as the icy, howling sounds in my soul

flutter and dance with the petals of black roses

His warm breath trusts me

His almond eyes question me...

"Where are you?"

"I'm right here, my sweet angel..."

and once again you saved me

from slipping under the drift...

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Carole Anzolletti 2 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Thank you so much!!! :)


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Ryem 2 years ago from Maryland

Carole, this poem is beautiful!


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Carole Anzolletti 2 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Thank you so much James :) !!!


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James-wolve 2 years ago from Morocco

So beautiful and it flows so smoothly.Voted up !

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