Poem for her 738

Dear Readers,


Whisper

I love you
Soul of my Soul
White coat in elevator
Kiss of hand
Soft ribbed clothe
Pillow telling me of you
The plates slowly whisper
..Set us over there
..Put the eggs on us
..She'll notice the wine
There the wind sighs
Curtains tune into the song
Radio sounds
Snow falling on parking lot
Night lights soft as tea smells
Talking on the phone early mornings
The sounds the porch swing makes
As you sit and glide
There hand in hand
Over by the cabin door
In the back yard looking south
On the front steps of yonder house
We whisper
Soft
I love yous
Over against our lips
Nose to nose
A kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.