Rose for Water

 

At midnight I rose for water and a peek at the moon.

A soft sniffle greeted my return to our cotton nest.

I tucked myself along my love’s smooth back.

He turned in his sleep, stretching like a cat,

and put his delicate face on my shoulder. 

His peppermint breath caressed my neck

as his right hand slid silently across me,

gently coming to rest between my breasts.

 

I counted my blessings in the dark

and sent another prayer toward the peeling ceiling:

Please, God, let me keep this.  Please let me keep this.

God leaned down and winked at me, with a grin as big as a galaxy.

Gal, relax and get a good night’s sleep.  I guarantee you’ll need it

when that man wakes you up in the morning.                                                                      printable