I Will Hold You
In the cold mountain air, under shadows of pine,
By a bright morning fire — from an earthly recline,
With my arm ‘round your waist and your hand safe in mine,
This is how I will hold you.
Surrounded by billowing clouds cloaked in black,
While violet vines split the sky with a crack,
And a river of rainfall soaks into my back,
This is where I will hold you.
As we’re lost in a field of les fleurs balnéaires,
And a perfect one I pick to place in your hair,
Then caressing the face to whom none will compare,
This is when I will hold you.
In the darkness of night — our toes touching in sand,
With a wisp in the wind while the waves crash the land,
And the stars that align say I’m yours to command,
This is why I will hold you.
‘Till the sun smolders out of the sky with a hiss,
And the moon plunges into the ocean’s abyss,
And all of our lives are as lost as your kiss,
This is how long
I will hold you.
Copyright 2017 by Mat Varpness
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