of course it's another love poem (for mona)
you think it does not matter
that i find the beauty of her skin worthy of poetry
you tell me that you are not interested
in the softness of her eyes
but that does not matter to me
i have spent the night in her arms
touched her tender breasts with my lips
have woken in the middle of the night
to find her face nestled against my chest
i want to tell you
and everyone else
about it
because it is a worthy thing
there is no thing so perfect
as the warmth and tenderness
between two
who receive comfort in each other's arms
of course it's another love poem
that you think does not matter
but that is where the darkness
that comes in the middle of the night
will defeat you
and that is where she will keep me warm
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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