Your warm breath blowing up against my back
can fill the night with peace and with gladness:
A deep abiding sense of happiness.
Your breath’s a metaphor that shows the fact
That nothing in the world is better than
Being held tightly by strong and loving arms
In an embrace that protects from all harm,
An embrace that assures, “I am your man.”
And when I curl into that firm embrace
And place my ice cold feet upon your shins
For that quick quivering gasp that makes me smile,
You pull me tight and tickle with your chin
A bristly kiss that shows there’s no denial.
I’m thankful for the gift of heavenly grace.
(All fixed- iambic pentameter with a solid Petrarchan rhyme scheme! 😉
Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Monday potluck on Love, Romance, and Relationships: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ Potluck visitors, please put a link to your potluck post within your comment. Thanks!