For my inaugural post, I present a love poem, steeped in achy remembrance, gratitude, and uncertainty.

Written on September 24 and October 14, 2023

Cozy

My cozy love, matched head to chest

On lazy Sunday mornings nest

With sun impressed along the sill

Of windows closed against their will

Soft twitches sign the dozing minds

And hearts whose desperate grief unwinds.

While breathing slows and limbs fall deep

Two bodies tangle, fast asleep.

It’s warm with you in unmade beds

With crooked pillows near our heads

These moments soft, unspoken, dear

Occlude the ache of pasts unclear

Though times the mem’ries lift their face

Above the surface for embrace

When plans, disrupted, jerked or veered

Made life unfixed, abruptly steered

The life of trickling highs and lows

The stream we follow where it flows

Like water, white and crashing, rushed

Or still, so clear, and calmly hushed

We breathe, still gently, through it all

Though forced, at times, we walk through Fall

The season dark and damp that chills

Will bring both light and higher hills

But for today, I’ll take my love

I’ll snuggle close like hand to glove

I’ll let my breath go slow and deep

Our bodies tangled, lulled to sleep.