Thursday, April 13, 2017
Your Precious Heart
I want to rest the chuff of my hand
On the curve of your hip.
Want you to place your hand upon my chest
Calm my jumpy nerves.
I like the heft of your body next to me all night,
Barely touching, the beautiful rhythm of your breathing,
Your beating heart, your beating heart,
So precious to me.
Bob Coughlin / April 13, 2017
[Thanks to Walt Whitman for the first line of this poem.]