The Precious Few

Craig Allen Heath
Jun 6, 2018 · 1 min read
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Seconds,
breath mixing,
respiring together through quivering lips,
eyes flashing semaphore of fealty
to the one life we live in two bodies.

Minutes,
pillow whispering,
melding dreams on the altar of Venus,
fingertips exploring thigh and shoulder
of the other who completes the one.

Hours,
nest feathering,
sharing burdens natural to home and hearth,
hands molding inert wood and wire and stone
into the living temple of our shared faith.

Days,
soul growing,
spurring each in search of greater sense,
brains alchemizing leaden this and that
so from the dross we distill golden devotion.

Years,
life living,
watching together the seasons pass,
hearts joining in rhythm and rhyme of pulse
’til time crowns our union one of the precious few.

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Craig Allen Heath

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“Heaven is a library of every book ever written, eternity to sit and read, and a bottomless cup of the best coffee.”

Other Voices

A sanctuary for orphaned poems and prose.

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