Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I am my beloved's

I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine…but at four thirty eight in the morning?
I feel the familiar warm hand on my face and neck, caressing
- and I stir, resisting the pull from my own world of dreams
Mumbling in my ear a tumble of words I don’t understand but know every meaning, I recognize, from years sharing this bed what will come next.
A warm body next to mine, pressing in … demanding
The kiss, wet and hot, unwilling to be denied
And in truth now, I am awake
- duty is mine. So

I swing my feet out of bed
Swoosh Walter into my arms
Toss her out the front door
- hmmm the air is beautiful and still this morning
And try to go back to sleep.


Krissi said...

You are an amazing writer. Looking forward to washing windows on Friday and having no worries, even if only for the morning.

rachel said...

he he he!!