Poem for her 737

Dear Readers,


The call

Voice on other end soft
I love you
Many times over
Threads of sounds
Spread wide over edges
Heard deep in ears
Down to the edges
Where sleep blends sounds
There the cuddles of sound
The soft you
Love tones
I being two
Two of us
Over the long spaces
Riding waves of held hands
There on pillow cases
The sheets held soft
The bodies mingle
The cuddle of heard sighs
The calls the same
Voices
Held soft
Soul of my Soul
Held in hands cuddled deep

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.