A Fall Cruise

I sit on my bed,
with love beside me.
The soft down comforter warming against a chilling fall.
Old Island songs play off in the distance,
blending with the chirping tree frogs outside.
We look out and into each others eyes,

I pull her close and tight. She
lays across my chest, listening to my beating heart.
Her breath slows to a gentle rhythm,
and then she is asleep.

I find myself typing, writing, with the soothing freedom of words.
On a pallet for only my eyes, or the worlds.