Belle's Chime

How do I deserve the treasure Of your nightly presence, Holding me, welcoming me To this bed that we share, Where cares of the day Are sponged away by downy comfort? Never have I experienced such Freedom in a relationship. Receptivity is your middle name, Giving to me is your essence. My Love, who first experienced release After she was fifty, so hard was life, So filled with uncaring ignorance and Pseudo-religious denial of God’s gifts, In my arms, spelunking into joy. My Love, whose first sexual experience Was a rape that impregnated her, But ultimately helped her family, twelve people, Escape from Communism’s curse by land and By boat plying through bodies of less fortunate. As dawn lifts us both from slumber My thigh is a pillow for your legs As you lay open to love’s gift. Soul dipped into the cleansing Well of sensual satisfaction You DING DING DONG DING, Always without inhibition, Sometimes as you softly snore. Sated once more we snuggle into Even deeper caves of wholeness Softly filled with morning light. Brian Johnston May 29, 2015