my wife of twenty years
lying snoring beside me
soft, quiet, napping type snores
you don’t fall in love
because of snoring
or any of the other
innocuous sounds
life brings bounding into marriage
I like to think
that her snoring
comes from a deep reservoir
of calm
the love sighs
of the secure
we are at a lake, it is summer
my wife in repose in a black bathing suit
whispering sibilant greetings
from that place we go to slumber
a code deciphered over two decades
of sharing a pillow
Michael Dennis
michaeldennispoet.blogspot.ca
Peterborough Poets 