Reconciliation

Here I lie, with you by my side,
but you’re turned the other way.
We’re silent, and although there’s limited space between us,
I feel way too far.

Then suddenly you face me,
as my tear runs into the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“Me too,” I say.

I lean in a little as your lips meet mine,
and instantly our vacancy is filled.
As we advance – our bodies dance
and my clothes start to come off.

We’re making love and music
and rebuilding bridges,
and I am grateful to God for it all.

My soul was missing its kindred spirit;
my middle and my end.

Poet: Stefanie Parrott

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s