Shoulder

The first of three in my "Poems About a Girl Whose Name Ends With the Letter 'T'" series.

Let me hold your pale white shoulder
So we may keep warm as it grows colder
On it does drape your hair
without a will or wish or care

It is such a pretty thing to look at
For there both angels and demons sat
Whispering words into your ears
Easing you through love and fear

I wish to take their place so dear
And be with you forever near
So sweet as in a dream
Softened by love's warmest stream

26 June 2010