edge of the cliff

even as I go on to a relaxed evening
doing anything you want me to do for you
going as careful as I can to the edge of our bed
eager to kiss you goodbye before the day begins
on the premise of meeting you right back on this fuzzy couch
from now until then I will think of nothing else
to return to the cool room we both recline in when
heavy days have made us unmovable and drained
ending in the empty tanks of energy by the sunset’s resolve
coming upon the race home, to melt with you in
little droplets of golden candlelight and silver closeness
in time to heal your sore consciousness with calm stillness
free to do the total amount of exactly nothing
from now until my last day I will desire your time

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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