Within a candid moment, I thought
how I like it when she moves
about the house in various
stages of undress. Confessing desires
comes easy in the early hours.
Sometimes she’ll sigh
Sometimes she’ll sigh
how she is calm when
I am near her, and I am moved
to say something like: Me too.
I am near her, and I am moved
to say something like: Me too.
Instead I smile and sip my secret
(whiskeyed) coffee—
(whiskeyed) coffee—
once she’s dressed for the day
I must provide my own
comfort. Maybe layered cloth and
I must provide my own
comfort. Maybe layered cloth and
shoes that hurt her worried feet
conspire to cover what should be
exposed: Though we inch daily
conspire to cover what should be
exposed: Though we inch daily
towards dying, our bodies are warm;
we get what we need; life gives
enough, when it’s simple.
enough, when it’s simple.
(c)allen weber
published in Loch Rave Review
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