Bliss, or what might pass for it
here among the tangles
and thorns
of most relationships,
is found in the smallest
of details which too often
pass you by…
her raven hair tumbling
down one shoulder
and the way
she dreamily twirls strands
around a finger,
or how her green eyes
warm and inviting
gleam with fire
as she smiles
at one of your jokes,
and her barefoot steps
across the wooden floor
almost on tip-toes
as she silently pads
to the back door,
or her whispered breath
tickling your ear
as she shares
her deepest of intimacies
once more,
the petals of her love
spread open wide
to receive you fully
through another bone-cold
night.
