by Sue DeGregorio-Rosen, RN, CLNC. Contributing Editor
At night
in the stillness,
I hear the nightbird sing,
He sings the saddest song
Remembering when you kissed my lips,
when you stroked my hair.
Remembering how you would hold me close,
when the rain would fall
And the thunder would roar,
and I would shiver,
I loved you then,
as you loved me…
how much love is enough?
Those nights when you gazed…
so far into my eyes
and I could feel you touch my soul,
You couldn’t reach my spirit,
Our time together was fierce,
your touch was a spark…
that lit my feminine yearning,
Your sweat poured forth with passion,
when the night air was cold
Your being was intense,
as you walked through my door
The nightbird’s song overwhelms,
without your presence
and I still search for you
in the dark of night,
I dream of your touch,
A touch so tender,
yet so demanding
I can still feel your heated thrust,
even if only in a memory
We had entered an uncharted place within,
orgasmic rhythms arrived unfiltered,
and brought us to the here and now,
a dream of a reality that lingers.