Poem for her 576

Dear Readers,


The driver

There you sit in the driver's seat
The coat on because it is cold out
But then the next look it's you in summer
The togs are cool looking and you smile
The scene changes again and I stir
The dream drifts a bit and I see you
Laying just inches away from me
I reach out to the hot skin of your sleep
Where your body is a heat pump warming us
The fan overhead cools the room
I kiss your shoulder bare and you stir
Then drift in sleep toward my touch
Rolling over and snuggling close
I keep kissing your arm now the front side
There is a sigh and you say
I love you
We drift back to sleep
The dreams sweet and dawn far off


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.