Tell me that story again

Tell me that story again short poem

Stir me in your suffering
And I’ll let go of mine
Wear my fleeting verses
And your song will be mine

Kneel with me
Beside this browning leaf
Blending veins and sap, all
Rising back to where branches
Nudge sublime at sunshine

Hold this pebble to your heart –
River‘s quest in it’s yet unrounded furrows
Remember the times
It held your face in a whisper
Like petals within petals

And when reasons leave you behind
Fumbling in darkest of darks
Remember the zillion times
We’ve gone home together
Naked, growing roots

Come, without a second thought
‘Cos there’s never enough loving
There’s never enough loved
Come and love, raving more
Mine and your, infinite pores
Have room enough
For more subtle, teeming love

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