loose threads

tiny quiet sleeping bodies
curled tight, soft donuts of
blood and bone nestled
in nests of twig grass and twine

fluttering limbs
warm heartbeats

dare to dream
little wonders

-rjm

Call your lover through the centuries,
tip his chin with faint fingertips

On his knees, supplicant
lips parted
tongue pressed to wet teeth

With his hair tangled in your fingers
bless him
and forgive him
his 
transgressions

-rjm