Who is this man that I’ve been waiting for –
this rough palmed roofer sliding into my life –
quietly nudging my restraint aside?
He slid into my sheltered reverie
and opened my being to his experience.
Covering me with unvarying tenderness
he found the dragons I harbor to myself –
and, fearlessly soothed their chaste wings to soar.
August 2006
WandeRoseD 