SWEET NOTHINGS

The quiet stillness

runs her silken fingers

through my hair,

caressing my scalp

with her sensuous massage

All the while she whispers,

“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!”

into my ear.

I am moved

almost to tears

by the sincerity of her grace

and the eloquence of her touch

“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!,”

she echos once more

as she presses my eyelids

gently closed.

“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!,”

I hear again

as I drift off to sleep

sigh

“Sweet Nothings!”