Buds swell,

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.

Earth turns

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.

Hands held

Hidden hunger released;

Lips tangle feet to stay,

Arms entwined

The moment matters.

Love is

And like war  can not be negotiated

By suited men at a table

Choosing winners

As if they are hunched in that room.

Love is not a collection of dry words on paper,

But a whisper against your skin.

War ends

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.