On The Eve of Yet Another Valentine’s Day
the hope for accuracy
and passion, both.
~ William Matthews
♥
In this blurred world I sometimes sense
within myself a slight hesitancy to speak of our story for the lines look like the old narrative of man and wife til death that has with time grown out of style. I know it could all be yanked out from underneath us tomorrow, you finding someone in banking with an invading future or me being swept off my boots by one young and ripe and still untested. But as of today we’re still happy with each other, longtime mattress-mates, my front tucked up nicely against your rear as we sleep to dream then wake to romp in practiced sheets of ruth and eloquence.
In this blurred world I sometimes sense
within myself a slight hesitancy to speak of our story for the lines look like the old narrative of man and wife til death that has with time grown out of style. I know it could all be yanked out from underneath us tomorrow, you finding someone in banking with an invading future or me being swept off my boots by one young and ripe and still untested. But as of today we’re still happy with each other, longtime mattress-mates, my front tucked up nicely against your rear as we sleep to dream then wake to romp in practiced sheets of ruth and eloquence.
You have just put to words the experienced romance of friendship, honesty, and cherishing someone for exactly who she is. You are both quite lucky, I think, to love each other.
Thank you, Susan!
John. That’s one smoking hot 15 line novel. Thx for getting me in a better frame of mind for tomorrow.
Hope the day went fairly smoking hot, Gene!
“…the old narrative of man and wife til death….and the romp in practiced sheets….” Don’t think it gets any better than that! You are both blessed.
I’m very grateful, Gwen…very grateful.
Poignant, for me. I have severe PTSD, and sleeping in the same bed is simply not a good idea – nor in the same room.
There isn’t a safe way to wake me.
Your poem makes me realize what I am missing. Glad to know – and sorrowful, at the same time.
Well done.
Andrew, thank you. The cocktail of joy and sorrow fills much in our lives, doesn’t it? Thanks for your comment.
sigh. why don’t we use that grand old word, ‘ruth?’ thanks for making it sing here.
Thanks, Diana. Yes, its such a grand word.
That “old narrative” is one of my favorite things to come across when mixed with poetry and passion, when the love is true. I’m glad you aren’t too hesitant to speak of it.
Hi, Bethany. Thank you. In our infatuation these days with all that’s ‘new’ I sure hope we can hang on to some of the ‘old.’ Thanks so much!