Poem for her 278

Dear Readers,


Slow

The time it takes to hug her to me
The time it takes to get up in the morning
The time it takes to massage her feet
The time the night takes to kiss her
The time the sun stays down
The time we have left in the hour
The sand grains fall at this speed
The waves on shore flow
The breath of dew on her toes

The time it takes to slide my fingers
...down her legs to her feet
...so her calves feel the light touch
...the feel of skin on skin till
...her feet which are so soft
...tell me they have been tickled enough


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.