Outlaw

I’ve been slipping into

My hillbilly ways

Again, digging deep

Curling my toes in

The forest mud finding

Soothing coolness…

Breathing deep of life

Exhaling release

Of yesterday

Finding the rhythm

Of pride and serenity

In the cry of the hunt

Of owls against the moon

While toads growl incessantly

Towards their love…

Distant thunder rumbles

Promising a brief respite

From the heavy heat

As a beautiful waltz

Plays gently, while

I lean upon your arm

Relaxing against my rock

Safe in my shelter

Relishing in your strength

Assured of a long path

Of unconditional love

And moments of now

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Published on Sunday, May 6, 2012. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

For my hubby...Outlaw...written in ink...love you.

Comments on "Outlaw"

On Thursday, January 9, 2014, Intoxicating Delirium (273) wrote:

This is wonderful, I love the earthy feel it has to it... What a great feeling this must be to know this is written about you.. Your hubby is a lucky guy.. Great write :)
A former member wrote: Everyone needs some kind of rock, some center, a pillar to lean on. It is remarkable that yours is another person. Not usually a fan of love poems but I really liked this one.
On Monday, May 14, 2012, OLd SouL (717) wrote:

awww, that was lovely. He must be mighty proud to be your rock.
On Sunday, May 6, 2012, Carmina Gitana (149) wrote:

Ahhhh, lovely . . . I just adore seeing a non-dysfunctional love poem :)