Poem for her 9

Dear Readers,


Warmest regards all you folks out there in the rest of the world. Whatever the news of the day is going on, it is going on, so be it. Today is another slice of Heaven for me.



Shoulders

Her arm was holding the phone, it had been doing that for a while.
He asked her if the call was important, she smiled, Of course.
He smiled, and touched her shoulder gently to massage it.
Then he kissed her on the nose, and her brow, and smiled at her.
Her arm was holding the phone, it was still doing that, but was
More relaxed now than it had been before his touch.
He asked her if the call was important, she smiled, Of course.
He walked over to the mirror and looked into it, seeing her there.
In the reflection, Only her there on the chair, phone in hand.
He was not visible in the mirror, as the mirror could not see him.
He asked her if the call was important, she smiled, Of course.
He thought about her shoulders and rubbed them again.
He thought about her face and touched it and kissed it again.
He thought about her shoulders and her face in the mirror.
Her arm was holding the phone, it had been doing that for a while.
She thought about him there with her all the time now.
She saw her face in the mirror and him standing behind her.
His eyes looking at her over her head, his hands on her shoulders.
Her arm was holding the phone, He was there in the mirror too.
Her arm was holding the phone, his thoughts always there.
While talking to his voice on the phone.

Happy Birthday babe,

Charles.