My Country
my soul is the flag
that flies outside my window
softly whirling
weightless...
awaiting the slightest breeze
to excite its stars and stripes
glorious unfurling
fearless, its
fluttering
you are my love...my country
the colors which adorn me
excite me with your slightest whisper
in heat of day
or cool of night
whip me with gale-borne glee
lift me, whilst I, languid, loll
make real my specious
sputtering
from far away your soul-breeze blows
across mesas russet vistas
traverse the plains
make waves of golden grain
the mighty Mississippi ripples
at your touch
but not nearly so much
as I, awaiting here
my love, in silence,
uttering
at times, the air is still
when with me you cannot be
the slightest luff of love
from you to me
waiting to be felt
then, other days you wage
your love-soaked rage
upon my dreams and flesh
how glorious my spill
my sweet, sensate
shuddering
I wonder of you
heated-soaked days
and star-kissed nights
my gaze an arrow
arcs through space
seeking yours seeking mine
are you lonely – am I missed
in your dreams, are my soft lips kissed
pray, Love, send your breeze
to fuel my, felicitous
fluttering















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Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists Featured.
Much appreciated.
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Beautifully written, dual layered poem Stephen.