Attic Love

by southpawokpoet
(Haskell, Okla US)

I came home,
to your house

we hadn't been
married very long,

I wanted to wake
but you seemed tired,

So I sat and
wrote a poem,

Then I thought,
Why not,

I stood and
took off
my clothes,

and trembled,

that you might
and hate me,
for this brazen
act of need,

It was hot,
and dusty

In this space
of forgotten past dreams,
I touched you
and watched you wake
slowly, all over,

gently you held me,
and touched my soul
and later, we lay
and laughed quietly,
in love
in the attic.

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