I stroke you with the four winds
your grasslands shiver and you
chase me to the horizon on the backs
of rivers and ocean waves
to that place where we meet and
yearnings cease. I write you love poems
in rainbows and lightning bolts
prismatic sonnets and jagged
passionate declarations on the violet-
black scroll of my midnight skin
bring you rare gems of St. Elmo's fire.
I give you warm rain caresses and
teasing icy hail patter and the feathery brush
of snow making your core burn
that much hotter. sometimes I
penetrate all the way down to your
deep places and you burst at the seams
runoff and wet ephemera inundating
deltas and plains. I empty myself
of everything until I am transparent
as glass so that I may give you the stars.
you sigh into my blankness
make my particles collide
craving your every leaf and flower
you quake me you make me and I
envelope you our give-and-take unending
until I fall and when I do it will be
into your embrace only into your embrace
and in your arms you will catch
heaven’s shards.
Lauren Scharhag is the author of fourteen books, including Requiem for a Robot Dog (Cajun Mutt Press) and Languages, First and Last (Cyberwit Press). Her work has appeared in over 150 literary venues around the world. Recent honors include the Seamus Burns Creative Writing Prize, three Best of the Net nominations, and acceptance into the 2021 Antarctic Poetry Exhibition. She lives in Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work, visit: www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com
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