This crisp autumn night,
I’m cuddled down
in fresh-laundered sheets
under a layer of fleece,
settling into sleepy dark
when you slip into
the cozy envelope
of bed beside me,
prop up on your elbow,
and lean in for
our last kiss of the day.
This night, when our lips meet,
we hold the kiss a little longer,
familiar and sweet,
and I evanesce,
my soul undone
by gratitude for you
and the palpable
Presence of Love
like a light
that glows between us,
as if we were two fireflies
channeling this
third
miraculous light.
Ann Keiffer
October, 2021
Image: Digital collage by Ann Keiffer
