Listen To the Warm
Listen to the Warm
In the distance a dog barks, two cats hiss, each asserting its right
to territorial tyranny. Soft gentle rain bounces off a dream,
trickles warmly across fading memories. The almost silent sound
of her breathing gently tickles the hairs of my arm. Her mouth twitches
in a pouty grin, eyes blinking rapidly adjusting to the rhythms of another realm.
Her presence seems the gift of peace dropped mysteriously
into my world by some beneficent benefactor bent on softening
my heart, breaching my boundaries. Now, aware of all that she was,
and is, I lie still, basking in the presence of her being, cradled in the
cadence of her heartbeat, listening to her warmth.
4/15/2016
submitted to – Listen To The Warm – Prose - Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
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