Love Poem
by
Aaron Schmookler
(Age: 31)
copyright 11-25-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Like a bubble in molasses,
I rise to wakefulness
From a world like the gossamer threads
Of spiders’ webs, easy to tear,
Difficult to see but more difficult still
To shake completely -
The sticky depths of dream.
As I pluck at unseen threads,
Rubbing them from my eyes
A newborn world taps my shoulder
To show me its skill
At recreating itself
Complete with the wonders
Of familiarity.
Her cat-purr snore touches next,
Too quiet to disturb,
And brings a daily dawning notion
Compelling a hand to hold her shoulder
“I’m sleeping,” she protests.
A squeeze before I release,
And I smile to begin today as yesterday.
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