But now all I can tell you is this:
I will wait for you, dearest one,
I will wait for you.
I will wait for your car door to thud shut
and I will leave the porch light on
in case you come at night.
On the front step, I'll wrap myself around you
and kiss you and kiss you
before drawing you inside my house
where it is warm and light
and I'll draw your bath water for you,
not too hot
I'll hold you against my breasts
wash your body, tired from the drive,
and wash your hair and kiss your brow.
I'll dry you off
and give you my bathrobe to wear.
I'll make you warm tea
and put you in my bed,
drawing the down
comforter up around your neck
I'll slip into bed next to you naked
and put my arms around you
--my hand on your heart
then softly,
so only the two of us can hear,
I'll sing to you sweetly,
sing you to sleep
as the snow falls
silently outside.
All poems copyrighted by the author, Tracey Besmark 1997©
