Evening Feed

My second poem from in the dark

In the hush of the dark room
I stroke your head
Your cheek
Your hand
While you drink

I sit a while longer
Your comfortable weight in my arms
You are soft
You are warm
You are lovely

Beyond the door 
There is work to be done
Dishes to be cleaned
Sleep to be had

But I find I cannot move
I want to linger
In this moment
Forever 

You can find my first poem in the dark and a little explanation of what that means here.