I have been holding my breath again,
not leaving you much choice
but to wait.
This has always been my first response
when frightened —
but you learned this years ago.
I feel
your yearning
to speak
after the children have been tucked in
(we wouldn’t be interrupted)
and as the tea kettle births
steam onto the darkened window;
your abiding
in the deep quiet
(so ripe)
that hours later
envelopes us in our bed.
But exhalation
gives life to fear —
merely scratching out a poem,
lightly and in pencil,
would risk too much.
So you bear the silence for us,
even as our skin touches,
the cold back of your thigh
reminding me
you are there,
giving me everything
just by lying still,
waiting for me to breathe.
bussokuseki 
Beautiful poetry. Please check out http://www.gotpoetry.com. You would so shine here as a poet. there are some very good ones on that site. I have found it to be a wonderful outlet, myself. Your poem is so very moving, and so simply put. Thanks for this sharing, Warm wishes, Tasha
Tasha,
Thank you so much for reading and the warm wishes – it is always a gift. Blessings ~
LOVE this poem.
Thank you for reading and saying so. It is obviously a work OF love, so that warms my heart. Be well~