Beloved Night #4
You walk
toward me.
Your feet
leave no footprints
in the sand
as you walk past me
gazing into the distance
as though I wasn’t there.
Before I bury my face
in my hands
to weep,
I turn around.
There you are,
walking in the footprints
I’ve left behind,
reaching out
to touch
my shoulder.
Robin Parsons 04/06/01
Beloved Night #8
I turn out the light
and slide under the covers
trembling in ecstasy
But you keep whispering in my ear
while I try to think
of more practical things.
You whisper how much
you love the sound of
my pen scratching paper
and arouse me
with nibbling on my ear.
Okay.
I will kiss you again, sweet one.
It is good
to have you home.
Robin Parsons 04/06/01
