Taking a respite from the political commentary to allow my romantic instincts to shine through
In the Still
of the Morning
In the still
of the morning when the wind is deathly still
And only a
lover’s warmth can overcome the night’s gripping chill
Darkness is
the perfect companion to hide
One spouse’s
desires to caress and ride
Emotion’s
gentle ups and downs
A different breathing
is the couple’s sound
In the
morning when silence is all one hears
The time to
bring one’s lover close and near
No cars,
children, papers to read or phones to ring
Just a
coupling better than geese wing to wing
The night
cannot last nor can the lovers continue to mate
The coming
day, children, and jobs cause the mating to abate
That God on
this planet each day is but 24 hours
In only
moments a lover can find again his wife’s petals of a wondrous flower
©
October 9, 2001 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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