Wednesday, March 30, 2005


The light from his nightstand
caresses his face and softly presses his
eyelids shut.
He lies on his side of the bed in the
familiar position of his marriage.
Years and years ago,
he and his love created this position,
and he will always cherish it,
if only in his dreams.

1 comment:

TwistedNoggin said...

My husband and I used to ask "cuddlee or cuddler?" to determine who was in which postion as we slept.
Sleeping together (the actual sleeping, not the sex) was the most sacred thing to me.

How can a man betray the woman he holds onto at night? How can he cower in the face of life and leave her to deal with it alone, unloved, unappreciated?
I'll never understand.

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