Intimacy's Reverie

Final touches done to

last night's poem,

I watch as white starlight

fills the window and

the moon sheds its clothes.

Now, in dream's reverie,

you reach for me as

night's soft breath stirs.

Your face above mine,

we struggle for release.

I see shadows of dawn

slide from heaven's rim;

clouds, kissing and cuddling,

matching our concave -

convex harmonies.

Walking at dusk now,

a white winter's kiss

pressed on tender lips;

twilight's chill comes -

another log on the fire.

Our intimacy's seen

stripped naked.

I'm held spellbound

by this magic.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.