Poem for her 297

Dear Readers,



Ode to

The long evening was wearing down the day
the night was slipping into the sky and we were both
a bit more tired than our list of
possible activities would get done
we slipped slowly out of the living room
only putting the bare minimum away
the light breeze from the screened window open
to night air and sounds was closed slightly
we knew they would be better on more silent mode
we slipped into bed and the sheets
soft and cotton cool to the touch
the night pulling us in and
we cuddled spooned close
we were tonight left side up as it were
then the night dozing as hand
touched small of back and
elbow and hip and
the night
deep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.