The late sun made the river sparlkle- so

I called to John suggesting he

Lay down beside me and see

The light on the water.

He fell asleep, my hand on his heart

His hands covering mine.

An unusual moment of repose

For we two rough wranglers-who

Sure do know how to “hold their own”

Defenses like fenses build long ago.

But on this sunlight afternoon

I did not stir an inch- listening to him sleep

I savored our love

Our truest truth.