This Writer’s Heart

How can I write to you of the inner sanctum?

of ventricles filled with piano music

fine art and yellow roses,

a woman’s bed

with comfy blankets

watching for hopeful snow

and listening,

always listening my friend

for the quiet of sunrise,

while hearing the soft breath

of the one I love.

There is no greater pleasure,

I shall not walk away

instead stand

immoveable.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2022 rivers renewed

P.S. This is about self-care which out of necessity my love and I are doing more of. I am pulling back from being here.

The symbol of a “women’s bed” speaks of love and comfort. She is not house bound at all.

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