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.
I had to concentrate when I read that aloud. It’s almost a tongue twister.
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.