I cry at the sun
For grafting connection.
She cleansed shadowed section
Between arms and spine.
My head won’t swallow
this pillow of laughter,
fed to me thereafter,
where Her light touched mine.
How tame my soldier’s
Battle-worn ecstasy?
Now without enemy
Or food of his own?
“Answer’s not simple,
But lay in the flowered
Field choices empowered
That your light has shown.”
akennific 