when i see her
getting ready for bed
i feel obliged
to sit up and marvel
as she excuses
her clothing
and pirouettes
across the room
holding onto a
moonbeam for balance.
and i know
exactly what to
expect, having
seen it all before,
yet each time
she makes it new.
and i'm new too
and this bed
and this room
and this poem, as well.
and as she silks
into bed and
melts into me
forming this other
new and improved being
i close my eyes
and forget the me
i am without her.
-cfn
i feel obliged
to sit up and marvel
as she excuses
her clothing
and pirouettes
across the room
holding onto a
moonbeam for balance.
and i know
exactly what to
expect, having
seen it all before,
yet each time
she makes it new.
and i'm new too
and this bed
and this room
and this poem, as well.
and as she silks
into bed and
melts into me
forming this other
new and improved being
i close my eyes
and forget the me
i am without her.
-cfn