We chat at midnight
bout nothin much
yet her presence
is a golden touch.
words not said
speak a loud roar
as if I can see her
slipping in my door
Talking bout the world
such a wonderful tease
just enough to let us know
the chats do so please
We shared cooking
a lesson was just right
made it much easier
to make it thru the night
two lonely souls
chattin for a while
sharing soft words
as well as a smile
So love the touches
she brings to my mind
like a hot cup of tea
sweet and sublime .
She offers comfort
in an off handed way
I give her the same
be it an easier day.
Chattin at midnight
bout nothing much
holding out hopes of joy
with its tender touch.
Del Cano 2005
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