Adam F.C. Fletcher

the thickness
of winter calm
surrounds
piles of snow
own my shoes
and your heart
rests in my mind

the eye within me
open, alert
struggles to see
through falling rains
danger runs high
aware,
apparent
falling darkness
and your heart
rests in my sight

fall to rest
crawling, I struggle
to reach bedtime
children languish
in my mind?
in my eyes?
and your heart
rests in my mouth

morning breaks
sun clears
piled frozen,
drifts surround
the moon, new,
calls for me
and your heart
rests in my soul

plodding
one thousand feet
downwards
to home
I go
she goes
we proceed
peace realigns
and your heart
rests in my stomach

homeward
traffic lights
alight
decompress
swollen feet
defatigue
stolen images
my naivety stained
again
and your heart
rests in my reach

slowly
we devour
meals
love
soul
one another
and your heart
rests in my chest
and mine in yours.