boaz (for my love)

Taking a little break this weekend to celebrate 22 years with Mark.  I'll get back to the book study and some other stories next week.

 

Boaz

 

if i lay myself down,

lie here still with summer heat

and clinging chaff,

like ruth,

uncover your feet

and press myself to earth

to wait...

 

will you touch my face,

cover me with your cloak,

lie back down,

trembling,

and whisper you love me

so only stars can hear?

 

From the archives...written for Mark, June 2009

photo:  Nick Peckover