to winter my lover (a poem will sp latter)

to winter my love,
sweet kisses the iced dew upon your brow
to the clean and brutal snows my lover
so warm and safe with in the fire of my heart
low within the burn of your cold
I've know this winter,
so fresh as summers rain
so welcoming like springs laughter
so beautiful as autumns fall.
to winter my love,
you and your unseelie ways
make passion beat and love reworded
make it something different and new,
so unknown to us,
so unsafe to us,
so welcoming.
to winter my muse
muse upon me the moon sheeted ocean of white and glitter
i love you for whatever tomorrow means
i love you for whenever tomorrow brings
my love.
my lover.
to winter we march,
so soon will it pass...
keep me warm in this winter so that spring may come again.

bruised wings (will sp latter)

I love him like the changing waters,
the ever flow of my stars.
i love him as i love no other
never to depart very far,
i love him as he holds me tight
to tight to ever let go
i love him as he kisses me sweet
more sweet than one should ever know
i love him as he rages and roars
keeping far all the fears of night
i love him when he comes home to me
speaking words of love and might
i love him like the changing winds
the ever fall of broken wings
he heals my heart of all its sins
he lets my soul sing.
i love him as the world moves on
and on and on and on
i love him like the changing sun
the ever coming dawn
i love him in the shallow water
cooling my tired feet
and i love him now and for for ever
since the day we first did meat
i love him all my heart can muster
i love him more than i am able to
i love him as the desert does water
and for ever more i'll need him too.
he is my angel of bruised and broken
healed in love and in kind
he is the savior of the chosen
put here to sooth my troubled mind
he is the only hope of laughter
when all darkness does consume
i love him, and in my heart
there is no more room.