Short Romantic Poems & Romantic Poetry

Game

The bed is yours.
I'm saving it for you.
I keep it warm.
I wash the sheets
and pillow slips.
The pillow misses you.
I comfort it.
I whisper to it
and my breath
is yours as it
has always been,
my pulse, our pulse-
beat to beat.

I leave your bed
and wade dark waters
throught the house.

I returned to find you
to surprise you, half asleep,
waiting there for me.
A childish game I play
and never win.