By: Foxseaone~`

I remember 
gazing out our bedroom window
after we made love
the flicker 
of the votive candles
spread out 
on the base of every window
the sun receding and the
branches still.
All in synchronicity
as if
they didn’t want to interrupt
my head nestled 
in the nook of your arm
ushered to sleep
in a bliss that seemed to have no end.
I wonder if
the wind chimes on the back porch
still stir 
in our absence.
C.S. Fox