Love Has Called A Meeting

Reflections and reveries about all that is personal and universal.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

SPOONING

My lover is drifting to sleep
after ecstatic union
as if his heart, body and mind
are so blown open
they must rest 
to assimilate the love.


I spoon him, while I daydream.
Posted by Ronit Ashkenazi at 9:38 PM

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