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.
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.
I still owe you some DeathWatch reading, Jones, and I will get there, but in the meantime, I will take this.
Thanks much — hope you’re liking my weird attempts at love poetry — hey, how far did you get in?
Evocative. Makes me want to head back to bed and drag my wife with me!
Excellent idea! Beds are made for dragging spouses back to. Once I’ve curled up with her, I really never want to get out.