Wednesday, May 24, 2017

In the Still of the Night

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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