Sunday, November 18, 2007

Morning Poem: Tenderness

The morning tenderness of evening of sweet love.
I see you next to me as sleep so soundly.
I get up and arouse briefly and fall back to your
quiet sleep noises.

I walk to my computer and adjust the mirror,
So I may watch you sleep to keep on eye on you
I continue to play my game, talk on the phone,
even go out to the store.

I do this because I know when I return I will see
You sleeping in my room, on my bed.
Where I expect you to be, it warms me and
I grow to love you more and more.

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