The Great Comfort

Each time an ending.

Each time

in the intimacy 

I sit with You.

We are happy, 
I say.

And this is so

in the way

we sit close

saying little.

Our gaze rests 
together

in our Lovers Love,

excluding everyone,

anyone

and my smallness.

Gentle 
quite

looking like myself

after any labor,

we rest.

In prayer.

In my blanket of silence,

We sit in style

In our warmth

at the 
Poets 
Fountain.

Garudafire Poetstory 2012