Poem for her 579

Dear Readers,


Sleeping


There you lay the sounds of slumber
Close at my fingertips sliding down your back
The t-shirt cool that one from 2002
The colors faded a bit but soft
Like your skin under it
There I am telling you a tale of streets
The byways we went yesterday
Or the ones we have plans to go walk
There you slumber the day's mid point slow
The sun hidden behind curtains and shades
The heat outside cool within
The soft breathing and sighs and music of you
I listen to you as you sooth me
I talk less and touch more
I ponder the feel of skin again and again
I like the feel of your sounds on my ears
Then you roll over and kiss my lips
And my mind forgets anything but you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.