her soul touched his, and then the air was filled with a strange curious thing, <br />but before the curious (cloud I'll call it) , her voice never cruel loved to sing, <br />the awakening hour, the man rolled on the bed to turn, and the woman asleep- her breast <br />moving into a connection that had already been made strong touched his chest, <br />she awoke, and was neither startled nor did she fear, <br />how close he was to her body and soul, oh so near. <br />her hand caressed his long brown hair, <br />his forehead wrinkled with thought so deep <br />and she pressed her lips in the center there, <br />he knew in that moment, that this was a time he would keep, <br />a time he'd remember when he grew old, <br />a time more precious than silver or gold, <br />and she felt the beauty of him, her thin finger twirling his goatee, <br />as he arose, still half undressed moving toward the morning cup of coffee, <br />the sunshine rays creeped softly in, under the lavish curtain of their bedroom window, <br />beckoning for the morning to begin, when in two people's eyes time was slow, <br />she arose in spirit with him, and tiptoed behind him blowing him kisses unsparing <br />he turned around and saw more than her face or smile, but saw deepness of love unerring. <br /> <br />Copyright © 2006 Chad Fisher<br /><br />chad fisher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-soul-touched-his/
