Embrace

Discover love that is by turns chilling, overwhelming, and undeniably touching in this collection of poems from Paul Engle.

Face
This brilliant weather brings your face to mind.
The last I saw it was in such a light,
Luminous, molded in bone, as if behind
Your eyes it was all fine, alive and white.

Always a burning sun will bring it back.
I hold the sight of you in hand and head.
I tell you this before my tongue should crack
With harder saying of the thing unsaid.

Morning to Midnight
Light of the morning holds me like your hands.
The sun at noon looks toward me like your face.
Light of the evening trembles like your voice.
The moon at midnight holds me like your hands.