I wake at 4 in the morning
in the small hours
when small things matter
and ideas can repeat in your brain
taking on more significance than they deserve
eroding your ability to unwind
like a tap dripping in the next room
but not this morning
this morning it is soft rain I hear
gently tinkling on the metal
of the carport roof outside
it is warm under the covers
I feel secure
as your soft regular breathing resumes
after you roll onto your side next to me
was it an interrupted dream?
I like not knowing everything that goes on in your head
after all these years you can still surprise me
I snuggle up to your back
and rest my forehead between your shoulder blades
as I contemplate what it is to be us
your heels settle into the angle of my ankles
your calves align with my shins
your thighs mold to mine
and your backside schmoozes deliciously into my groin
I raise my head to create more space
so I can wrap my arms around you
pulling your upper body into mine
as my arms embrace your warmth
I soak up your textures
I draw in your smell
with my eyes closed
I sense every point at which we touch
I feel our body rhythms synchronise
as my muscles relax
and my mind smiles
with the intimate pleasure
of as much body contact as we can muster
I savour the moment
as peaceful sleep reclaims me
For today’s dVerse Poetics, Sanaa asked we poets to write a poem about love as something quietly sacred — not just roses and hearts, but the small, unseen ways. A confession upfront, I wrote this poem for my wife years ago. It remains one of my favourites and I thought it fitted the prompt so well I just had to repost it. FYI, this poem still speaks the truth. My darling, I love you.
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The most intimate caress finds I and Thou asleep …
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A perfect comment thank you. Where does it come from?
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Long reflection.
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Such a beautiful write, Sean, intimate and comforting!
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Thank you Punam. Everyday intimacies make all the difference.
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This was so lovely… to wake up and fall asleep again… it couldn’t be better.
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Thank you Bjorn. It is something ordinary, but still always special.
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I loved ‘your backside schmoozes deliciously’ – lucky woman for having such a poem!
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This is swoon-worthy! 😊 I especially like; “it is warm under the covers I feel secure as your soft regular breathing resumes after you roll onto your side next to me.”
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
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Thank you for the great prompt Sanaa about love’s small things. I think this poem has been waiting for it.
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A beautiful love poem, Sean – and lucky wife! I love the way you set the scene ‘in the small hours / when small things matter’, with ‘soft rain…gently tinkling on the metal of the carport roof’, and then zoom in on the warmth under the covers and things more personal and intimate, especially in these lines:
‘your heels settle into the angle of my ankles
your calves align with my shins
your thighs mold to mine
and your backside schmoozes deliciously into my groin’.
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Thanks Kim. I enjoy writing poems for my wife and I think she kinda likes it too.
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You’re welcome, Sean.
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I think you showed the evolution of love in a single 4 A.M. awakening as if encapsulated a lifetime of experience. So well done!
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Thanks Dora. Yours is a perceptive comment. After decades of marriage I think you can say there has been a lifetime of experience involved.
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