Stolen Moments of Passion
Glancing, my lover in bed
barely beneath naked sheets
veils her thoughts behind white cotton
from this passing traveling fool
who watches with a bit of suspicion
for something hidden inside.
But soon a songbird comes to mind
for his lullaby’s truth contains
some promise of sweet release
from the weary trail long tread.
So I go instead and lay with her
where she weakens my restraint
by holding the top of my head
all the while knowing to let go
at just the right moment in time.