Sitting quietly at my desk
(an evermore infrequent event)
I find peace in a thought
as it whispers in my mind.

A subtle weekend stirring
in a bed that is mine
but somehow unfamiliar.

I roll over to see
my life's companion
I've yet to meet.

I lean over and supply
a profound morning susurrus.

I can almost make out the words
that I bestow upon captive ears,
but that's not important.

As the sun cascades
upon soft skin, her chest
heaves within eagerness.

Was it a haiku?
A senryu?

Did I conjure up a sonnet
on the spot?

Everlasting curiosity
feeds my beating heart.

The warm embrace
of a possible moment
gently grasps my hand
and walks me into the future
willingly.

05/16/2013

Posted on 05/16/2013
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