Eight Poem by rich soos

one
Your arms hide me
from the self I am escaped from.

two
Your eyes fill me with
the treasures of your depth.

three
Your feet walk beside me
with understandings I desire.

four
Your moons dream the garden
of your voice for my peace.

five
Your hair falls on me
as a covering for your loneliness.

six
Your rivers flow through me
and freshen our lives.

seven
Your heart rests the rhythm
of the worlds we've created.

eight
Your songs are the fragrance
surrounding all we've suffered.