Her life has been normal recently <br />Waking, dressing, feeding, and driving to day-care. <br />Her husband already gone to work, <br />she could not remember his early morning kiss, <br />So deep was her dream. <br /> <br />She wore cream linen, her hair tied up. <br />It was dusk, late summer. <br />Montbretia’s scent attracted the evening moths. <br />Pollination of a different kind was on her mind. <br /> <br />Her waking was wrapped in sadness <br />for it has left no lovers glow. <br />Her face bore no scars from passionate needs, <br />Yet she was sure she came to his soft words. <br />No. The sheets were chilled with the dampness <br />Of winters’ breathe, not his. <br /> <br />He called to say that Saturday was free. <br />The first in months. Now she planned. <br />This normal life was to become special again. <br />No cold breeze would caress her side this weekend. <br /> <br />Saturn’s rings wrapped all three in their heavenly bed. <br />The invisible planetary pull kept them firmly together. <br />A lazy rest descended, she was happy now. <br /> <br />She turned quickly, happy to sleep once more, <br />to share a Sandman’s morning with them. <br />Like a little child, thrilled to have found a silver treasure piece, she turned quickly. <br /> <br />The wall grazed her hand <br />leaving a reminder on her knuckle. <br />A Simple mark that would last the week.<br /><br />David Griffin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mark-of-love/
