lintel

in the sublime 

sanctuary
of your arms
lives Eden,
unabridged 

my will of iron rusts 

crumbling into 

sweat 

making a paste

of ash and honey

you dip your finger

and paint the day
bright expectant
the night
clear triumphant

your bosom heavy
with sustenance 

for searchers
a pillow
for slumber treasure

your heart 

is a place
where both good 

and evil
sip from the same cup
and die by the same fire

Rene ~ August 2012
For Magpie Tales

Image credit ( via Magpie Tales)
Andrew Wyeth, 1948
"The Big Room"