Gray-haired now
They sleep by 9:30
Knowing years ago
The night started at 9:30
Tired
They kiss a swift goodnight
And sleep follows.
The soft foggy morning
Finds them spoons
Nestled together
Front to back
Breathing low.
Passion splits
This soft morning.
They leave the sheets behind
Mellow with love
Breakfast echoes through the house
Table set with the leftover
Love of the soft morning.
Cynthia Eddy lives and writes in Atlantic, VA on the eastern shore of Virginia. The quiet village sustains her sense of neighborhood and belonging. She holds a BA in Art History. She has been published in Third Wednesday, Eunoia Review, Epiphany, Z-composition, Deep South Magazine and in Emerge Literary Journal. Poetry creates a chord between reader and poet. That chord remains long after the reading. Every poem reaches into the reader and brings forth an understanding, a moment of ‘I’ve been there’.
