“What do you want to do tonight?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, “what do you want to do?”
***
Come
Sit with me, Love
And lay your head on my shoulder
Your hair spilling into silk soft pools imbued with the scent of heaven
And read passages of a favorite old book long from view
Of poetry
Or some verses that you’ve written
But are so seldom now sharing
*
Not often
For what we do often becomes common
And I should rather look back and treasure these moments of you
Touchstones
For not all life is wild passion on the bed
Though these are sweet memories too
But tonight, come sit with me
Just for me
Love
*
For the space of the evening leave off the tv
And turn the music low.
For I need no distractions from you
As I idly trace the beauty of your face with my fingers
Or run them through the cascade of your hair
You
The comfortable I’ve come to know
That I might softly fall in love with you
Anew
With stray kisses
That sometimes linger as fair words put to thought might move
Snuggle in and share the soft and warm of you
Your voice the sound of pouring wine
Of which the sonnets but sweeten
For words transcend time and we are in a timeless place
*
And I would recite cummings
as if from Cyrano to you
Love
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)*
And if my heart be true,
Banish time and fade the view
Away to the deeper things I feel for you
The warm, soft press of you
Close
And the book set down to draw you closer
For the moments linger sweeter now in the untold hour
Tender moments these adrift in the poets depths
Following the arc of words sublime
Does not spirit rise
To sunder mundane and surly thought of the working day
And day to day
The common place of everything
For these briefest moments shared
Of something more
And taste the language of the bards
My lips to yours
To stray a kiss where words their thoughts conceived
May lead
Just come sit quietly with me
I do not ask for more
Love
