Poem for her 782

Dear Readers,


Yours

Forever in the dream of your thoughts
Touching mine from far away
You just sitting there watching my face
Listening to me talk camera eye watching
You sitting in a candy stripe cinnamon smell
You sitting there the sound of hand on belly
Rubbing the skin touch so sweet
The need to touch our togetherness
Felt from the first day we were born
The need to know the hand full of you
The scene seen through lens of US
The belt loops tugged on then a smile
The shirt tucked just so the same way
Both alike as cut from the same sheet
The paper made in the hand made shop
Over there in yonder mill house spring
The flowing waters of the shower
Dripping water from the sky
Kissed off my finger tips as we smile
Honey on toast and the buttered grahams
There the eggs said perfectly done
Yonder window sill you sit cat purring
There I am and always have been
Yours

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.