Love’s Pocket

He holds me
Cause I am loose
My weight unsteady with little boundaries

He kisses me
To remind me
That love wears clothes that get dirty

He watches me
To know at which moment
He must step in and take the lead

He catches me
Cause sometimes I fall
And need help to regain my strength

We move together
My mind mixing into his concrete
Each heartbeat becoming more steady

We are opposite
Yet complimentary
Reflections from the same mirror at different hours

We are a mixture
Wild ongoing chaos and drama
Mingling with routines of quiet and hard contemplation

We are bound like metal
One coin rolling around in love’s pocket
Waiting to be spent on life’s pleasures.

© 2017 Luna Lacey