The Blood & The Bones

I am pressed flowers on the pages of worn in novels and the smell of campfire

I am the first sip of coffee, afternoon lovemaking and a porch swing in autumn’s sunset

I am whiskey and honey words and all the shades of blue

I am hope, warmth, calm, smiles you’d almost forgotten and a little bit of danger and second chances

A mother, a poet, a lover, a friend

I am a home you build your life within

I am mine

and, maybe some day, when he finds me

I’ll be his

LL~