Mike on the beach

Mike met me after my worst.

After my thundering and forked lightning.

he told me to hold - hold on;

let love blossom in its own time

and then. When love arrives

not to cling

but let it be free

For this is love

to create space around

those we call beloved

to let the fingers of the wind

wind their way around

their bodies

protecting them from a cloister