AWAKE
by CS Sherin
a bazaar of ravens flew above me
this morning,
heading southeast, to a stash
of shiny pie tins, golf balls and tinsel -
probably.
their excitement led me to run inside and crash beside you
playfully,
like a child who had just log rolled down a steep hill,
and gleefully discovered it was
as fun as it looked.
the night before you had been saturated
with adoration at the sight of me – tucked in bed early, tired eyes reading dutifully.
you claimed, with rapt senses, my eyes were looking like
big drooping strawberry blossoms.
i reluctantly gave in to a half hidden, impish grin -
your tender affection drew out of me,
as you
kissed each drawn out lid
as if they were relics of the grail…
you anointed me with your love
yet another blessed time.
now well slept,
i hop about, like the playful ravens,
renewed
awake
remembering,
and seeing you,
my Beloved,
so clearly.
Chandra S Sherin, copyright 2012.
Beautifully told Chandra. So elegant and story-like.
“you claimed, with rapt senses, my eyes were looking like/big drooping strawberry blossoms.” – is absolutely wonderful!