A summer breeze, sheer
as bedroom curtains, floats
through a screened window
and joins us in our double bed.
Evening slows the rhythm
of your beating heart when I rest
against your chest and nighttime music
becomes a cover for body pain and sorrow.
Livin’ in this murky world – the blues
dilutes our hurts while brush-stroke lyrics,
sung by survivors, saves souls as we fall
asleep holding onto each other.
Judith Bader Jones, a poet in Fairway, Kansas, has recent publications in CHEST- The American College of Chest Physicians, Nostalgia and i-70 Review. She is an avid organic gardener and bird photographer.