December 8, 2006

• One Five

  Friday Night, Date Night
  

  I love my date nights.  I had a half day today,

  working Saturday.
  To the store I tore for wine,

  cheese and more. 

  My Honey,
  she was not feeling well and at work she had to dwell.

  The wind chill minus five.  The wind speed near thirty five.

  I stoked the fires and lit the furnace,
  closed the shade and inside I did dive.

  I will be the comforter,
  I will be the warmer,
  I will welcome her.

  I am full of open arms
  and the smell of bread;
  kisses for my Angel
  full of Tupelo Honey.

  The evening darkens,
  and we are in a room lit
  by lights from the Christmas tree. 

  Candles flicker
  harken to other times when things were slow,

  Wine glow, music low and she, not feeling well,
  is covered head to toe. 

  It is Friday Night,

  Date Night. 

  I think back to earlier me having bid farewell
  and fond adieu to that erstwhile lad.

  This is where I belong, my Honey and me,
  glow of us lighting our tree. 

  Without one another
  there would be no me

  and without us we would
  not be.

  • 8:43 pm
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