He’s a quiet voice

As I lay still upon pillows

He’s my troubadour

Serenading my needs

I feel him in our silence

Our understanding of place

He speaks to me soft

Sharing thoughts on sighs

He touches me gently

As I breathe him

Wrap him warm about me

Pulling him close I tuck in

I hear his cadence

And fall easily in time

I close my eyes in sleep

Allowing myself to be lifted

On winged dreams

Fearless of the unexplored

I am learning him

He is teaching me

Like the hand of a cared one

Who strokes soft on cheek

Pressing lips to forehead

I am happy and need prove nothing

He accepts me as I am

And I him

He threads my needle

Stabs my heart carefully

Repairing the tears

Easing salve on my bruises

I bow my head at his tenderness

Accepting his gift

With the hush of oncoming night

I seek him and his lips

To whisper my name

He is my most precious time

My solace at days end

As I lay still upon pillows

Listening to…my quiet voice