It’s Me

It’s Me
– a poem by Nancy Fijan

Soft evening light drapes over her bare shoulders

And trembling stance, her mind narrows

While her heart roars,

Forlorn desire releases from her soul

When he whispers to reassure her, it’s me –

Delightful morning escapade

Surrounded by rumbling falls

Hindered –

Knots and notions of shame dissolve

When he whispers to comfort her, it’s me –

Strong arms wrap around her,

Holding her, caressing her,

A velvet voice soothes her

And enlivens her worn spirit

When he whispers to protect her, it’s me –

Wildly fierce winds portend vicissitude,

Golden opportunities from the cosmos

Alter their course,

Her flood of tears hamper sleep

When he whispers to appease her, it’s me –

Beautiful moments in time

Embolden her and enlighten him,

Fire and light, stars burning bright,

Mutual love and respect forthright,

She whispers to him, it’s me.