#798 Her Silk Road 8-4-18

my willowy wife,
is a lovely, tall lady,
nearly six feet
when we wed.
Shorter now,
as am I,
but not by much,
and there, still,
is her road,
near twenty inches long,
two of my hand spans,
a lingering at either end,
from the center
of her soft cleavage
to the middle of her
amber triangle
where this man
has wandered,
speaking in tongues,
wishing to never be seen

And I have loved that road,
and my journeys on it
between heaven
and her warm-tide-sea.

I pray to wonder there
with thee,
in passionate nights
and gentle dreams,
until my solid world
melts into mere
liquid memory
while Heaven creates
the luxury
for whatever is left of me,
to remember.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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