“You’re a Keeper”
At four a.m. – I think of the way you’re cut; space key
I think of your island cosmology, the way you slip in-slide of me; click
inside my mind; how you turn me
unlock my door, unwind; interstellar sky
you enter the thoughts of me; third-eye
and we fly, at thirteen thousand feet
Like birds, eagle thoughts; an epic book; a soul
I am submerged in a silence I can barely hold, suspended
in a succulent surrender, an amethyst light bender
bold and musky and true; I unfold to you
updraft in the gold of you
sky birth; you are the core of my earth
Honey straight from the bee
feather of a bird set free
one kiss and I’m kinda crazy
I wanna run naked all over you
streak through your moon shadows
And I want to kiss your tidal lips; with the sun in my eyes
you touch without disguise
a lunar eclipse, spray of tide
I hold you amour, with a wide, open
heart
And so you’ll know, we will never part
cause when I am with you, you turn me
into an Eros puddle on your shore
forever more, so I guess you could say
You’re a keeper!
This is February's letter from the Canada Speaks series. More about Sheri D Wilson