Daily missive for Wednesday the 10th of December.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Wednesday the 10th of December.

Though as do all,
She ages.
But with grace,
The pain and joy of life
Written in her heart.
I trace my fingers
Between lines,
As so finely speak
Of life so truly lived.
And recall
When they were firstly drawn.
And every single mark
That lies upon her skin
Was brushed in air,
By an artist’s hand.
No blemish, scar,
Or aged spot
Can mar this face
As speaks of love,
And beauty.

Even as she lies,
The sleep of ages
Brings a glow
To brighten her soft cheeks.
And the dancing,
Of her freckled, satin skin
Intoxicates me.
I feel the rapture.
And as I live and breathe
My love surrounds her,
With just one touch
Of a lover’s kiss,
She wakes.
And the day begins,
Again,
With remembrance,
Thanks
And bliss.