Poem for Her

Dear Readers,

This is another poem for her, she knows who she is, unknown to the rest of you.



Your Sighs

I opened a card and your sighs escaped
I read a poem to you and your sighs escaped
I said good night to you and your sighs escaped

I caught them all
Put them in a special place
Brought them here
Opened them to words
Often said
Often heard
Often consumed
Often repeated
Often filled
Often eaten

Like that last favored morsel
Taken in and opened
In my being
Savored
Consumed
But never enough
Each Sigh
You make
Intoxicates me

For You my Beloved.

Happy birthday.

Charles.