Author’s Note: I want to thank Ninefold Dragon for his challenge. Counting syllables is easy (unless my math is blown away). It’s having the “stanzas” devoted to physical, emotional, and spiritual than has really been fun.
PS — My marriage is safe; I just tried to verbalize one of those ho-hum nights we all face; I face more as march madness approaches.
You sit at one end of the sofa,
The boob tube holding your attention.
Invisible I write my twiddles.
You have an easy comfort in us.
Yet something in me needs more of you,
And I go unnoticed until bed.
I protect the union of our souls.
At my depths I know you do the same.
I wish dancing ink held your gaze more.