Poem 11/3/2009

Right around the time Mike was leaving for Iraq last year, I was inspired to write some poems. I don't have a title for this one. So here is the first one I wrote when he was still here with me:

I press against your chest with my ear

To me a lovely sound of a beating heart to hear,

In the silence of the room,

The comfort of your pounding heart is easy to assume.

Silence fills the dark, lonely room where I try to sleep,

All I feel is your chest, your heart, your love to keep.

I know you are there,

It is a presence that is welcomed and not hard to bear,

Knowing you are here full of care,

My comfort is secured with this riskless dare.

Being more than just a person around,

A remarkable man I have found.

When at the end of the exasperated day,

The stress experienced disappears as we lay

Talking and sharing our lives together

The close proximity is not an indication of the weather,

Only evidence of an emotion shared

Where enjoyment of each other really means we are perfectly paired.

Not to mention my love for you,

is based on more than just a feeling or two.

But on the simple things,

the meaningful moments between loving beings

that indeed saturate the significance of life

to disintegrate all of the meaningless strife.

So here between the wall and you,

Only your continuous breathing and your pounding heart is your sleeping cue;

It’s all I am aware of in the blackness of the night,

Without it, my days - my nights would not be so bright.

My thoughts at first in a flutter,

Then melt away just as hot bread with butter.

All that lingers in the air so still

Is the pure trust and love that only with you I feel.

I press against your chest with my ear

To me a lovely sound of a beating heart to hear,

In the silence of the room,

The comfort of your pounding heart is easy to consume.