Now

A poem to share

Now

This is my time to not be my time. 
Longing and yearning to one side, 
meaning and love open a new door.
Living by way of shaping, a delicate touch
steeped in consideration and thought. 
Extracted from deep within the heart. 
its very beating moving each word, 
as arterial blood, full of life, 
oxygen,
for you, come back to my heart
empty and seeking to replenish.
Gladly I will offer, give with love 
for you both and whoever's heart beats with you . 
Now is my time. 

By Jacqui Taylor