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