I THINK OF YOU

I THINK OF YOU

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 1995



There are nights when sleep is slow to arrive;

and, instead of restlessly waiting,

I think of you.

The reasons are as simple as they are many;

among them:

the way your arms circle me,

protecting me in their strong and tender embrace,

shielding me from the storm outside,

the fear within;

the way your lips lightly touch my hair,

my forehead,

then slowly,

with love and growing passion,

work their way farther,

cleansing away my pain;

the way your large, square hands and fingers caress my hair and face,

then, holding my face between your hands,

gently wipe away tears,

and,

with their touch,

leave a promise of love,

as fresh as a spring rain,

surprising as the first flow

after a hard winter.

Your caring never ceases to amaze me,

and

that is why

I think of you

and am warmed.



This comes from my collection titled Revolutionary Broads and Other Nightmares, which is looking for a publishing home.