Rain On the Roof


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I’m in that warm, soft, sweet spot between wake and sleep.  I’m drifting, weightless.  I hear the soft pattering of rain on the roof.   I can hear your breathing, softly, beside me.

I want to stay in this limbo, drifting, floating.  But the sounds of the day continue to intrude.

You turn in your sleep, throwing an arm over me.  You pull me close.  I smile, snuggling and pushing back into the curve of your middle.

To know you want me close, even in your sleep, is the reason for the smile on my face.

I’m drifting again.  You surround me, encompass me.  I can smell the rain, the grass and your skin.

This moment… you, me and the rain on the roof.

 

 

“Goodnight Love”


My mind and body are looking for solace.  I lie on those crisp white sheets.   My mind drifts to thoughts of you and I smile.

You are never far from my thoughts.  Your whispers of love on the phone are reassuring but little compensation for the touch of your lips.

I look at the stars through the bedroom window.   I try to picture you across the miles.

I close my eyes.  Your face drifts into view.  I smell your skin and feel your fingertips on my cheek.

As sleep carries me away, I feel your lips on my brow and your whispered “goodnight love”.