Sleep Now, My Love Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I place you,
gently
on your pillow,
first on your back,
the weather's cooled,
a jumper would not do
my sweet,
you need to be
relaxed and free,
I pull the satin sheets
up
covering the twins,
and hear your sigh,
yes, I shall be,
as all those other nights,
behind you,
wrapping arms
around you,
closely,
my fingertips
caressing,
now and then
while clutching
your committed hands,
and huddles, yes,
we sleep in synch,
I turn
while you remain
so it behooves
to be alert
and in our trance
when in our night
we love
and carry on our dance.

It has been shocking, folks
the sheer intensity
of how two simple souls
could meet,
not in the heat of night
but at the Pub,
and near enough High Noon,
to link,
connect their souls
and shun what one would think
to be essential to us all,
and then to hold
their hands,
and all the other parts
just to be one,

It puzzles me,
and US,
yet there would never need to be
a doubt,
a valiant effort to
unravel all,
to show the world
and get the nod
from those who never
ever will
be on our side.
It is a fact
that little souls
will want you down,
to be unhappy
and to have them clip
your feathered wings.

Pay no attention though,
it must be YOU
and me
who will decide,
so let me kiss these
sleepy eyes,
and smell your skin,
while I am privileged
to sleep
in what can be
described
the company
of YOU.