Cosmic Love

You stare 

at my body

as astronomers, the night sky 

Drinking in every last detail, 

in awe

Saving  

to memory 

my shape’s constellation; 

my curves, peaks, falls... burn in your eyes

wildly 

Starlight, 

reflected back 

illuminates your form

Your moist bronze skin shimmers like jewelled

moonlight 

Red dawfs 

reawakened, explode 

at our cores... evoke primal need

wanting

Shooting 

stars through our veins

as earth’s gravity fails 

to keep us grounded... free falling 

The pull  

between 

overwhelming 

Two glowing comets   

quantumly entangled, we move 

as one  

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.

Home Battalion

Shells underfoot at home... no longer war 

Our loved one’s fragile sanity left torn 

Years after; left to fend in no man's land

Alone at home at attention we stand 

Only our eyes witness their night terrors

Guttural screaming, still fighting... shivers

Whimpering and twitching, we're now on guard 

Poised to shield both them and ourselves from harm

For we are what is left of their squadron 

Without lacquered boots, caps or uniforms 

Without training on how to win this war

Whilst those who trained, look on... but still ignore 

Oh how we've tried to dig out of Hell’s trench

We've dug so deep with love we’re now entrenched 

Long given up on backup... no one comes 

Yet still, we beg for help, clamour for crumbs 

When will they see the Home Batallion? 

Army marching from sunset through till dawn

Soldier, spouse and their next generations  

When will they learn, trauma harms... just like guns 

Trauma a wound that festers; never heals 

Endless spinning misery-go-round wheel

One, their families hope one day to halt 

If they themselves survive... trauma’s assault 

Please keep your medals and your folded flags 

We just want back the peace we all once had 

Guidance to help our loved ones end their war 

Support for families... please heed our call

© Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.

    Art my adaption from Upsplash - Photofox