It is lovely
Watching you sleep
Perchance to dream
And with the late snow storm
Whitening outside like hungry baker
Spilling his bag of flour
We cocoon ourselves
Close by spitting fire
Casting spirit animals on chalky walls
The photos of your ancestors
Their ink held eyes glaring
I fear they may not understand
Our kind of intimacy
Their world scrapped tenderness
For raw knuckled survival, no time for choice
Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows
Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes
And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets
Reading books with curling corners, still watching with appreciation
When like a slip of shimmering glass
You get up to draw the curtains
Only the sound of falling snow
Hushed against our warm roof
Can be heard in this wide world
TheFeatheredSleep 
that sounds like a perfect moment. Hope you are well my friend
Achingly lovely!
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TheFeatheredSleep – Quiet love under a warm roof
Only a few of us can dream at having this kind of love… then only a few of us from that category receive it. This is beautifully done, Candice.
“Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes
And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets
Reading books with curling corners, still watching with appreciation
When like a slip of shimmering glass
You get up to draw the curtains
Only the sound of falling snow
Hushed against our warm roof
Can be heard in this wide world”
Candice, nicely done as usual. I love these two lines that apply to many who have to fight for their rights.
“For raw knuckled survival, no time for choice
Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows”
I have been watching two shows, one Australian and one British, which are set in the early 1950s and 1960s. Each show has a subplot where gay and lesbian characters have to hide their affection for the same gender or go to prison.
While we have come a long way, I was watching John Oliver just this week talk about VP Mike Pence and his support of a mentor who believes in conversion therapy. So, the fight is still not done, especially if this man becomes are next President.
Well done my friend, Keith
Totally love this. Well done!
Beautifully poignant and loving. ❤️
The imagery in this captivated me! I loooove this bit 🙂 🙂 🙂
‘ Yet we knead our own rise with weary elbows
Perhaps the nature of love has changed clothes
And now wears matching nightgowns, joining toes under blankets’
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Candice Louisa Daquin makes my toes curl
This is lovely. I especially loved the flour imagery.
“Knead our own rise”. Great line!
So very tender – with your trademark excellent imagery
So very beautiful!! I don’t know how you do it, but you touch my heart every time!!!
So sweetly intimate and warm. I love this! ❤
Positive vibrations here. Nice to read. Thanks.
What a beautiful poem! Superbly written, thank you for sharing this moment.
Thank you so much for letting me know you liked it and leaving such a lovely comment!
Beautiful moment beautifully described.
Love seeps through the words you carved.
Hi Candice-
This piece was selected as the Barista Favorite on the Go Dog Go Cafe for Thursday, March 22nd. May I have your permission to publish it in full on GDG Cafe, properly cited to you, with a link to your blog?
Christine
Surely my dear 💓
Thank you very much