POEM: Unconvincing

In stillness
I sometimes reach out
To touch her back
Trying to convince myself
That she is not an angel
And I find
Her lack of wings holy
Unconvincing

On a recent vacation, I wrote this love poem one early morning in bed with my lover and best friend (no, it was not a threesome).  I just had to get out of bed, temporarily, to ink this one, so she could read it with her morning coffee (while I was still in bed).

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