In the morning
when she lays down to rest
as far I know it is the sun
upon her face
such a warmth and gentle grace

and I trace
each and every line of all the days

her smile is such
a wondrous place

so there I nest
within
my final rest


and then she says…

“My love, breathing with you comes so easy…”

“I guess, we’re all we’ve... been waiting for, my love…”

and I’d say…

“My love… it’s all the things we do… with each other…”

“You make me proud, in every way you are…my love”

and she says….

“My love, ‘proud’… are you sure that’s the right word?”

and I’d say…

“My love, no… it’s not… but it’s all I’ve for now…”

“We’ve had minutes… and now years… together, my love…”

and she say’s…

“I know, my love… how did it come to this?”

and I’d say…

“We couldn’t leave us… we couldn’t be together…”

“We couldn’t be close…without exposing ourselves…
my love…”

and she say’s…

“You mean… like this…My love?


then she takes my hand…

and she bid it rest against a strong beating heart…

and I take her hand…


and with brimming tears in our eyes…

we smile

as if our lives… depended upon it...


and I’d say…

“Like this…”

and she say’s…

“Hush…”