
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.