somewhere hidden now
is a basket called later.
filled, overflowing, and forgotten
fragrances, delicate wisps of
gifts not opened, what might have
flowered, placed quickly away.
flowered, placed quickly away.
some came too close, or hinted of pain
some scented of love and longing
some offering a shower of blessing
all with some beauty unsaid
asking nothing
giving themselves,
a sweet nuzzling
a small smile, an invitation
now set aside, singing quietly in
that illusive place
beneath the porous floor
of our living room
hidden alive
a kiss waiting for lips
~ Naed Rellek
from here
of our living room
hidden alive
a kiss waiting for lips
~ Naed Rellek
from here
