Lying back, basking in peace of this evening, both of
us lying in bed, you reading, me writing poetry.
We two are one, yet we have our differences and respect
them totally between us.
Giving the space needed in our close-knit lives, family
now grown, doing our own thing while lying here tonight.
Being alone together, having peace and quiet, no more
interruptions to take us away from each other.
Loving the wonderful atmosphere, watching as creativity
comes into it's own.
Seeing your eyes closing as you read, getting sleepy
from this long cold, tiring day.
Enjoying being with you always, these moments in bed
together doing what we each love to do silently.
Exciting me, wanting to caress and hold you, desires
and passion climbing inside me, wanting to be quenched
by your passion throughout the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem