January's Sestina

I wrote this while on break at work today. I've been thinking a lot about my favorite place lately. I love my husband, profoundly and into my bones. This poem is still quite rough, I might try writing February's poem earlier in the month and have some time to refine it before posting.... we shall see, any who, here it is.

I am profoundly content

When resting in his arms

Death and destruction

Are kept at a distance

While his strength

Holds my heart

Fragments of my heart

Begin to content

Themselves  strengthened

While held by his arms

His own pain distant

I pray for no destruction

Yet I know I may need destruction

For the depths of my heart

To stop keeping him distant

And allow for contentment

To fill me to my arms

And imbue me with strength

Seeping through my veins strength

Grown from the roots of destruction

Flowing in me through my arms

My legs my hands my heart

Yet with this I am not content

Not while he is distant

Looking toward the distant

Future I pray for strength

For the chance to still be content

Hoping to survive destruction

Massaging the depths of my heart

His love flows straight through his arms

Timeless in his arms

I work to ever lessen the distance

And keep my feet in my heart

So I can draw strength

Still from the past destruction

And what I learned about contentment

Our arms joined in strength

Contentment and heart

Despite any amount of distance or destruction