Love

Deep within lies the 
evidence of him, 
that he exists, is real. 
His footprints marked 
on her sandy shore. 
Reaching into her pocket 
she is aware of secret 
meaningful treasure:- 
grains of sand, 
a shell, 
a length of gold braid, 
a piece of plaited sea-grass, 
a pink carnation, 
a drawing scented 
dryly with lavender, 
a confetti explosion 
of lapsang leaves, 
balloons ready to fill, 
words on carefully 
folded paper, 
a twig bound to another. 
All hold memories of 
dreams and desires; 
and she carries it with 
her, bears the bittersweet 
pain of love in her heart. 
And he is by her side 
she sees him clearly in 
everywhere she looks 
He is her sight, her sound 
her taste, her touch. 
Her one.

Pockets of Resistance