Man In That Bed Poem by Sydney Daniels

I love the man in that bed.

Midnight dancing, two am loving,
Hands of tender steel
Eyes of molten serene blue hurricane seas.

Sheltering rock like a comforting sweater
Even across the room, eyes closed,
His presence reaches me,
Envelopes and strengthens me.

I love the man in that bed.

The body has faded, mind already gone,
My memories feed me, setting over the weakened pale shell.
I see glistening skin instead of a gown,
hear a laugh of pure music, drowning out machine sounds,
Smell his sweet sweat in place of antiseptic.

I love the man in that bed.

The time for care has come and gone,
like the doctor and signed paper, barely register.
Alone, I hold his hand, pushing my passion around him, hoping
to lift and to guide him as I whisper,
'I love you, let go'.

I loved the man in that bed.