An Old Easy Chair

"What do you want to do tonight?"
 
"I don't know," she answered, "what do you want to do?"
 
***
 
Come
 
sit with me Love
 
and lay your head upon my shoulder
 
Your hair spilling into silk soft pools imbued with the scent of heaven
 
And read passages of a favorite old book long from view
 
of poetry
 
Or some verses that you've written
 
But are so seldom now sharing
 
* 
 
Not often
 
For what we do often becomes common
 
And I should rather look back and treasure these touchstones of you
 
For not all life is wild passion on the bed
 
Though these are sweet memories too
 
But tonight come sit with me,
 
Just for me
 
Love
 
*
 
For the space of the evening leave off the tv 
 
and turn the music low.
 
For I need no distractions from you
 
as I idly trace the beauty of your face with my fingers
 
Or run them through the cascade of  your hair.
 
You
 
The comfortable I've come to know,
 
that I might softly fall in love with you,
 
anew,
 
with stray kisses
 
that sometimes linger as fair words put to thought might move.
 
Snuggle in and share the soft and warm of you
 
Your voice the sound of pouring wine
 
of which the sonnets but sweeten 
 
for words transcend time and we are in a timeless place
 
*
 
And I would recite cummings
 
as if from Cyrano to you
 
Love
 
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)*
 
And if my heart be true,
 
banish time and fade the view
 
away to the deeper things I feel for you
 
The warm soft press of you
 
close,
 
and the book set down to draw you closer
 
for the moments linger sweeter now in the untold hour.
 
Tender moments these adrift in the poets depths
 
following the arc of words sublime,
 
does not spirit rise
 
to sunder mundane and surly thought of the working day,
 
and day to day,
 
the common place of everything
 
for these briefest moments shared
 
of something more
 
and taste the language of the bards.
 
My lips to yours
 
to stray a kiss where words their thoughts conceived
 
may lead.
 
Just come sit quietly with me.
 
I do not ask for more,
 
Love