Resting Place

for my husband ...

Would it be cliché to say 

that I feel a flutter 

when you walk into the room,

 

or that your whisper goodnight

sends shivers of warmth to places

 

only your tenderness can reach;

 

bringing calm to fears and a hush

to the darkness

 

that may try to revisit.

 

I once wondered

what dreams looked like

penning sonnets in clandestine moments

 

of 2:00 a.m. sad, sweet solitude.

 

Now I know that I can weep

without being called weak;

reverberate in free verse

 

and make it pretty,

 

but, in those quiet times,

when your shoulder is my resting place,

I can give up, if only for a moment,

and give in to the need;

 

feet, not touching the floor, 

 

and no one has to know,

but us.

 

 

~

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, wow! This was beautiful and elegant; sensual and soft, like a poetic whisper in the dark. It has a heartbeat of its own like a gentle lullaby of love. Truly lovely, F.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"and no one has to know but us" and of course anyone who reads this delightful love poem.

jacob

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Thank you dear poet