Poem for her 773

Dear Readers,


Soft

The feather soft touch
Down your back as you sleep
Touching shoulder then ribs
The sides of your hip
The back of your legs
Pillow there too
The feather goes down
Toward the toes
You stir in your dream
Is he there you mind asks
Or is it just the Pillow
Laid on the early evening
Soft fur like skin touching you
Then the whisper
I love you
Heard in your ear
The warm breath
There at the edge of hair
The touch starts again
Soft at the edges
There again
I love you
Heard in the waking edges
Kissed to your shoulder
Barely there
Touched so soft
I Love you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.