All around us is clutter,
but we’re in bed, separated
from the disarray
of the world. Beneath
these sheets, you and I
are simple, bare,
and deliberate.
We move clock-
wise and counter
in tender tandem.
My love, after
28 years of marriage,
it’s no surprise
that our fingers
and skin
are organized.
Sherman, your poem made me cry, it is so true and so soft, in a way. It is so sweet to read your vulnerability. Pain and anger are gone, and something too deep for me to pretend to "describe it"
is there. I am so glad you have come home in your life to a marriage that you deserve. You don't need to wonder about love anymore, and for that I am overjoyed.
Sherman, your poem made me cry, it is so true and so soft, in a way. It is so sweet to read your vulnerability. Pain and anger are gone, and something too deep for me to pretend to "describe it"
is there. I am so glad you have come home in your life to a marriage that you deserve. You don't need to wonder about love anymore, and for that I am overjoyed.
Beautiful. The love radiates from it. Deep love. I like that. Congratulations. On this poem and the love.