Sometimes we can go back in space, in time, remembering a long ago love. The memory holds us close and the heart recalls all that has been lost.
REVERENCE
It was so natural…slipping into the curve of your arm, resting my sleepy head on your shoulder…
Your body warm and accepting… your hand at my waist, your smell profoundly familiar and welcoming…
I listened to your breathing…slowing as slumber overcame you, and your body gave itself to Morpheus…
Waves of memories lapped over me…covering me with peace, and silently I fell into my dreams…
It was so natural…slipping into the curve of your arm, a response learned by heart and full of reverence.
Kathy Holmes-Branton
–
the abundant literary path 