Life licked by a tongue of sunlight,
The sigh of being rises in the dark
Till green shoots penetrate the cold soil, the hint of hope
That soothes a bruised earth.
The contrails of war, arrows first split a blue sky;
Swell, then sink, a ratchet of destruction;
Scorching descent, air red, boiling with flames,
Sound suffocated to screams.
Hidden hunger released;
Lips tangle feet to stay,
The moment matters.
And like war can not be negotiated
By suited men at a table
As if they are hunched in that room.
Love is not a collection of dry words on paper,
But a whisper against your skin.
But the lessons fade,
So it rises again
To offer the chance to learn.
Teach me with your mouth
Teach me with your touch
Teach me with your shining skin
Until I learn.