The Simplest of Loves

Light the candle as dusk falls.
The time for work is done.
It is time for you and I and soft light.
A quiet that leaves space for us
and our own words, whether spoken
or in the sparkle of our eyes.
Space made for skin to touch skin
without interruption. Time for
the simplest of loves. Ours.

About this poem.

I often say that poetry is never about one thing, except for love poems. This is a love poem.

Tom