face to face,
like the cherubs atop
the Ark of the Covenant.
However,
I lay my head
closer to
her breast,
eyes closed
my sleeping gaze
pointed up
to her placid face,
a telling distillation
of our relationship:
me,
ever worshipful,
her,
ever deserving.
This is soo beautiful, Mosk!!💖 Especially love; "a telling distillation of our relationship: me, ever worshipful, her, ever deserving" sigh.. thank you so much for participating!💖
ReplyDeleteBig smiles for this. She is a lucky lady. Excellent poem, friend.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderfully amorous.
ReplyDeleteso right. so true.
ReplyDeleteOh this is adorably sweet. Way to be a great husband!
ReplyDeleteA sweetly expressed scene.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like delicious balance to me...
ReplyDeleteMan those words are sweeeet *smiles*
ReplyDeleteAw, wow! Wish someone would write like that for me! This is one of the sweetest love poems ever.
ReplyDeletela la Mosky
Only someone in love could write these romantic poems. Beautiful, B!
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