called


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

an easy breath

instead of sigh

my neck relaxing

I will lie

perhaps

contended

nightmares stopped

like golden hair waves never cropped

soft, strong and deep

like breath of those

whose minds fill with You in repose

and nerves are quiet

bones intact

not calcified or artifact

awaiting little but Your call

to come Home and within the walls

of Your heart mine in chamber rest

knowing “what highest is and best”

as bride who lies awake and stares

as morning brings the Lover's airs

of sweet surrendered passionate

to Your carresses ultimate

the scent of thought compells content

as Hagar called to Abram's tent

but Your love's bliss eternal is

heart flaming with a breathless kiss

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