That kind of love

She sleeps next to me,
not a comma but a semi colon;

she is an abrupt pause
in the bed,
leading me to stop
when I wake,
to regard her
for long moments,
lost,
lingering in the warm scent of her,
before I can begin again.

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4 Responses to That kind of love

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I still owe you some DeathWatch reading, Jones, and I will get there, but in the meantime, I will take this.

  2. Thanks much — hope you’re liking my weird attempts at love poetry — hey, how far did you get in?

  3. Adan Ramie says:

    Evocative. Makes me want to head back to bed and drag my wife with me!

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