my beloved sleeps beside me soundly,
my soul yearning for his embrace;
and i wonder again at how our bed became
so quiet;and i envy
my curvy friends silently
when they joke so lightly about
husbands and passionate nights
and still i curl into him for solace
when burdens weigh heavily,
there is comfort in his steady breath,
the way his foot kicks the bed,
a brush of his workman's callused hand
against my shoulder, and i remember us
as lovers/younger less care worn
before swift waters ran under
our metaphorical bridges.
thusly i fall into night's slumber.
copyright 8/22/06 Morgan Sheridan
aka Abqlady2
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