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