Pillow Talk

Love…an open door!  It may appear ajar.  Yet, it never completely shuts!

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My love speaks to me in a tone that only she and I know.

No skirted words…

No ribbons and bows…

Just a voice that leaves me feeling less alone.

I wonder how she understands?

How she knows?

I am slumbering…not quite sleeping…

And, there lies an insecurity of never feeling as, friend or foe.

Thread bare like a worn carpet…

Had been my heart.

Missing pieces to a missing link had been my start.


On a familiar night’s sleep, I thought it only fair to let her know…

Awoken from wondrous sleep…

my love spoke…

“it’s the middle of the night…Come morning we can talk!  Until then, let your demons go!”

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