12 Dec Asleep In Her Arms

Asleep In Her Arms

by Stephen Morrissey

Isn’t this what I’ve waited for?
To sleep in her arms, return
to the warmth of a woman’s
body, curves and softness
against bone and flesh.
She is the one
I come to life in,
the woman whose
presence returns me to life.
There is no other
like her, the one I love:
the one who is my other half,
the one whose hand I hold,
the one whose company I desire,
the one who makes the moon
white and full.
I think of other men
alone at night; during the day
they search for a woman
to bring them light:
love transforms,
ignites an inner fire,
burns long and bright
in the human heart.
What makes the full moon
white and round
but love;
what makes the trees grow
and the fields green
with life,
only love;
or the river flow,
fish breaking the calm
surface at dusk,
sky red with setting sun
and grass cold
with dew.