Ruling the World
She sits and whiles away time
lost in a place
where it is forever still.
The smell of freshly cut grass,
heavens scent
for her nose only.
Here she will stay
until he arrives
and her world starts
To rotate again
She'll lie, full stretched
face alive to the sky
and her arms wide
open to receive.
The moon on her lap
and by sense
she knows that he is on his way
she sits up, pressing her knees
to her chest.
He doesn't hurry
he never does,
life is a casual walk to him
but that is why she loves him.
Still, in this time of waiting
she can watch as the gentle breeze
ruffles the hair on his head,
watch him pause, and pick
a wildflower to give to her.
When he arrives at her side
the birds will begin their song
for nature, waits as well
you cannot begin life
until the loving has begun
and when he is next to her
she will look up at him,
stretch out one hand
for him to pull her to her feet,
then she will be in his arms
pressed up so close to him.
They don't even need to kiss
because now he is here and
the world is kissing them.
Although she may not
Rule the world
in this moment
she is damn well
sitting on top of it.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-03-10 at 15:09
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