In my here and now
Another cigarette keeps me company
While just beyond my reach
You sleep
Nestled in a sherpa slumber
Providing you the calm you've sought
And earned, by falling into my carefree bed
My heart longs to warm you
Just like my soft pink sweater
You've decidedly made into your surrogate pillow
Outside, the frozen night
Her fingers chapped
Taps at my window
Hoping I'll let her in
But I will keep her far from you, tonight
And in all the days to come
If that, so be your wish, your want
What words fail to say
My eyes should show,
Look close and deep
What your ears long to hear
Listen, my song will sing
What your hands long to hold, retain
May my touch fulfill
And should you find your heart
In need of answers
Why not simply ask me questions
Saturdays are meant for lovers
Dinners and slow dances
Seeing the future in one another's eyes
But for us, different
I trust you have the tangible truth
As obvious as tonight's moon overhead
That goes, without doubt, to the deepest place
Of soul and self assurance
Easing all that bends you, burdensome
And increasingly serves to blanket you
Just beyond my reach you sleep
Very loving poem here. You describe such a peaceful moment and thought in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how lovely this poet writes May my touch fulfill And should you find your heart In need of answers Why not simply ask me questions Saturdays are meant for lovers