Lover's Key, Florida

Lover's Key, Florida
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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

THE JOY OF TOUCH


Today is one of those cold, cloudy rain days when it is easy to think about spending time with Gwen; not doing anything in particular, just being with each other.  How many times I took it for granted that she would always be there for me to reach out and touch.  This poem is about that:


THE JOY OF TOUCH

I awaken, and, as I often do,
imagine her lying next to me.

She might roll on her stomach,
ask for a back rub
and maybe. . .

Slowly she relaxes under my touch
breathes a sigh of pleasure,
that feels so good, she says,
as my hand once again follows
the contours of more than a body
I never ceased to love
even as it aged beneath my touch.

Alone in my bed
I wonder how many times
we shared the pleasure
of discovering places
that only people long in love
know exist.

I understand now
how the joy of
mutual touch,
shared in a loving moment,
is stored away forever
for times like this.

John A. Bayerl, October 17, 2011

 How often, Dear, we would stop what we were doing and share a hug, or just hold hands at a movie.  We liked being in touch with each other.

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