They Are Beautiful
They are beautiful.
the way he looks at her,
like he can’t believe she sits there,
real, and raw, and regal before him.
He grips her hand like a lifeline,
and she traces her fingers down his arm
like a map back to shore.
They keep inching toward each other,
entangling further and further across the table,
hearts barely held apart by separate bodies.
He is her world,
and she is the universe through which he spins,
madly, wildly, flying,
but tethered in orbit
by the assurance of her hold.
They exist in their own space,
rolling through the void,
infinitesimal as dust, immense as galaxies,
and they are beautiful.
– s. Clark
Your beauty always caught me
But I’ve been caught
One too many times
And I’ve always loved poetry
But I’ve written
One too many rhymes
And I talked to the moon,
He said he’s tired of looking down
On star-crossed lovers
Maybe I’m giving in too soon
But I forgot the way to know
We knew each other.
I’ll somehow always love you
But I’ve learned now
“Love” means many things
And one of those is feeling
But those feelings
Don’t mean anything
And I spoke with the sea,
She said she’s not as wide or deep
As we once thought her
There are things that do not come free
And we thought love was cheaper
Back when we first bought her.
– s. Clark
On and On
I will love you in the morning,
I will love you through the night.
I will love you in the darkness
when you’re overcome with fright.
Through the maze of twisting pathways,
And when all the signs are gone,
I will love you through forever,
I will love you on and on.
– s. Clark
Building Bridges
They built them with their happy sighs
And whispers under sheets
They built them out of reaching hands
And snow-brushed winter streets
They built them over angry words
And over river tears,
They threaded wire memories
To string across their fears.
She stacked hope stones with shaking hands
And eyelids sneaking looks,
He poured concrete encouragement
And bought blueprints with books.
They built them over years of time,
Through life, with all its ridges,
And crossed to reach each other’s souls
Two lovers, building bridges
– s. Clark
You are sewn into my life now,
Quilted patch, part of the whole.
Whether I may love or hate it,
You’re imprinted on my soul.
– s. Clark
With all I learned from knowing you,
I’m happy that we met.
With all the pain of loving you,
I’m happy to forget.
– s. Clark
He strung her heart all out
And plucked it like a harp
He tried to soothe her strings,
But played the notes too sharp.
– s. Clark
They built them with their happy sighs
And whispers under sheets
They built them out of reaching hands
And snow-brushed winter streets
They built them over angry words
And over river tears,
They threaded wire memories
To string across their fears.
She stacked hope stones with shaking hands
And eyelids sneaking looks,
He poured concrete encouragement
And bought blueprints with books.
They built them over years of time,
Through life, with all its ridges,
And crossed to reach each other’s souls
Two lovers, building bridges
– s. Clark
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