For Laurie

Love Poem

I’ve slept beside you dear, these many years.

Quiet breaths, slow and warm in sleepy darkness,
My world dependent on and in behest,
of your rhythmic measure; a synthesis of wishful dreams.

In morning as you stir, revealing memories of things you’ve seen;
a mental diary, partially blurred, softly spoken only to me.

Focus shifting, just half awake,
Enfolding arms, connected hearts,
Our love tenderly shakes, in waves on deepest lake,
At last we must reluctant part, to rise and face another day.

The End

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