Belonging by Eileen Carney Hulme

We never really slept,
just buried clocks
in the sanctuary
of night

every time I moved
you moved with me,
winged eyelashes
on your cheek returns a kiss

small spaces of silence
in between borrowed breaths
arms tighten
at the whisper of a name

all the words of the heart
the unanswered questions
are at this moment
blue rolling waves

tonight our souls rest
fragrant in spiritual essence
candle-flamed, undamaged
utterly belonging.

From: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/eileen_carney_hulme/poems/22703

Date: 2005

By: Eileen Carney Hulme (1953- )

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