Bedtime Poem

tickle away the feeling
all I want is to be held
to feel you close to me
as I die each day away.

what's wrong with being truthful?
it hurts now, but pain is better
with truth rather than
lies behind a truth ahead.

I think I'll sleep now
comforted in an unmade bed
with thoughts of yesterday
and not of years to come

yes, I laugh mildly
as I lay my head down.
he calls me honey.
I think that's funny.

by E. M. Soos

One More Hill

Like a dirt road being rolled across
spokes of wheels turn in my head.
A spike of a shoe crunches my face
The taste of sweet sweat dries
on my lips.

I hear my heart racing as you win
Half of a day breezes by
as wind that blew on my skin
Your triumph was mine
A shared pride
that fell, apart.

The smell of the trail
lingers as I see truth cycling
through the bowels of my body
and I accept it,
this narrow path
widening into a new road
of Love, without a
finish line.

by E. M. Soos