And throwing myself into such illustrious company as I find out here, I too will share my offerings to the Muse...

Be still...

leaning back
encircled but not caged
close but not bound
free but held in place
warm skin, rough shingle
rest comes so easily
trees over head
stars above shining through
breeze stirs
sents mingle, tease
voices low, cease
the rest cannot be

~ ~ ~

(titles have never been a forte, and so this one will do without)

Hand move gently across my back
feeling the warmth through the fabric of my shirt
softly, softly drawing out
each deep sigh.

Head resting upon my knees
the heavy weight of hair thrown over my shoulder
work tempered hand caress my neck
tenderly pressing hidden pain into oblivion.

"Does it really go on forever?"
lying on the roof, hair filled with leaves
"I think so." Made by God, infinite in nature
ought not His cape share this too?