boston

The rising sun
Catches the glimmer of your scales.
Flecks of light
Catching in your eyes; the deep green
Of your neighbouring forest.
Your antlers standing strong
As the oaks that thrive through your care.

Nothing so soft
As your hands cupping my face.
Your fingers trace centuries-old maps
Into my skin, down my arms.

As bold as the water of our lake
The soothing tones of your voice
Whisper through my mind, tickling down my spine
Spreading a grip though my lips.

In this home here you created
The warmth of an ever-lasting hearth.
Your skin against mine
And the softness of your smiling lips
Bring an everlasting bloom
Of Himawari— our hearts
Connected.