Teddy Bear

When I look at you (I see bright white light)

You are everything

warm, and good,

and pure.

When you speak (I hear nothing else)

your words are

calm, and smooth,

and wise.

I wish I were the wind

upon your lips!

kissing softly, then

rising to a gust of passion!

Or your feathered coat,

wrapping my sleeves

around you, protecting against

the elements,

and if I were your shoes,

I would support you

to the highest hilltops

of your dreams~

but I am nothing more

than a cotton stuffed

confidant;

quiet and unthreatening

and coming apart

At the seams

by C.R. Drew

Words In Motion 2014