In Remembrance To Love Your shoulder, my pillow in times of slumber. Slow, steady beat of your warm heart lulls me to sleep, like lull-a-byes  of infancy. Arms, so strong, tenderly they hold me through darkest hour. Safe, their keeping, I quietly rest ankle curled ‘bout your calf. Black with silver, crisp, course hair thick upon your chest--tickles my nostrils (A small discomfort, easily overlooked). One hand curved beneath cheek, I breathe deeply of your scent. All have been sorely missed, my love. I doze fitfully on our sofa, while the sun dances high--to zenith--it’s warmth a distance of time and space. Hours pass slowly, even while I drift in dreams of you. With  set of sun comes awakening heart soars as you hold me, once more. copyright 2001 -- Lorrie Workman Return to Graci's Poetry