Poetry submitted by Naomi on Wednesday, June 09, 2004 at 9:24PM :

Sweeping when there's no dirt
and you come to me again
When I'm undressing I feel your eyes
like in the shower yesterday
your presence is right there
I felt you against me
and everything we have is still ours
I'm still yours baby
when Trystan points to his daddy
smiling, staring amazement
like you're right there
I lie awake remembering us
in all of our quietness and hush
sleeping like death
is not a problem
In the morning there you are
worshiping me
touching me all over
bathing me in your warmth
and you come to me again
my guardian angel