You wash your face with sunlight
And the brightness of the morning
Runs through your hair.
I see it trickle down your back in
Tiny rivers, collecting gold dust
At the nape of your neck.
Gleaming radiance ripples
Along your shoulders
As you stretch your arms wide
And let each drop find itself
A home on your fingertips –
Before you turn, and laugh,
And with a flick of your wrist
Sprinkle glowing droplets
All over me.
@jsmorgane April 2020
Like Medusa you look at me.
Changable eyes of every shade of grey
Turn from cynical self-deprecation
To cutting steel, glittering a warning.
And like Perseus without a shield
I feel myself grow brittle,
Cracks creeping up my spine,
Branching out across my back.
Almost an afterthought,
That polished shield.
I see my own grey abstractions there,
The long shadow I can cast.
Now I feel you close behind me,
Your snakes hissing in my ear.
I slowly raise my eyes to yours –
You see yourself in mine.
And slowly your bent head
Settles on my shoulder.
Like golden ornaments your snakes
Curl around my hand in your hair…
February 2019, copyright jsmorgane
The Love of Trees
Trees are content, without questioning their purpose.
They love the ground beneath them
And spread their roots deep into the receiving soil.
They stretch their arms wide
In loving welcome to the open sky.
They turn to the sun,
Growing towards the light.
With you, I love like a tree:
Facing the light, I grow towards you.
Arms wide open I welcome you.
Deeply rooted I rest in you.
©jsmorgane Aug 2018
