I.

When I come to you

with tears that fall and

splatter to the ground,

you hold me close

and declare to my sorrow

“Devotion is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with worries that break

the spell of our love,

you whisper love’s remedies

and declare to my concerned heart

“Imagination is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with panic that resounds

in your world miles away,

you calm my fears

and declare to my faraway heart

“Stillness is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with hopes and dreams of us

together for eternity,

you hold me close revealing

intimate secrets of assurance

 

“My love is your armor.”

 

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II.

The poetry of your love

its sonorous effects

tied with a string or

set free on the windowsill

 

Like any moment in a dream

provoking questions of love or

transferring definitions to seek

alignment as a signal to my heart

 

Your intimate approach

a shape emerging gently

as a stroke of your fingers

touching the skin of my skin

 

The density of expression

its lyric energy singing

a rhetorical rhythm

revealed to mine ears alone

 

Neither kindness of a compliment

or heat of sexual pleasure

supply the magic ointment

as does the poetry of your love