Poem for her 537

Dear Readers,



Afternoon Nap

The pillows are there, your side thick
My side that one buckwheat hull pile
The covers are thin sheets not heavy
The summer is for light cool not hot
The clock isn't set even if we have a trip
The snuggles are skin to skin if we can
The sheets brisk and cool at first
The air dark without much light but cool
The subject of chatting light dozy
We like to nap in the mid afternoon
A few hours after the chores of morning
The dance of evening drift in our dreams
The soft touches of shoulder and arm
The gentle sounds of us sleeping slow
The day settled down and curtains shut
The phones turned off just us asleep
Soft kisses to wake and long stretches
Soft kisses to wake and sweetness fresh

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.