Pagosa Springs Artists

Affectionately Yours

 

However different our thoughts,
interests, or daytime worlds,
when we lie down together at night
your hand reaches for mine.

And the first thing I know  each morning
 is your face pressed to a breast,
my leg sandwiched between yours,
our fingers intertwined.

Comfortable with self, with you,
with being needed by you,
I am affectionately yours
and you are mine.

 

first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

also published in GLORY IN THE ORDINARY Chapbook

©2002 Bonnie Manion

   

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