the cherry wood box
sits on the mantle
it is a reminder
of his love
handmade, upon a lathe
from a burl of an old sweet cherry
it is smooth as silk to touch
of a deep yellow redish hue
carved to look like the rounded back
of a cat curled in on itself, asleep
the rings once present in the tree
give the box the look of a tabby cat
inside the love notes we share
it has over time become a letterdrop
today....his note...invites me to
a night of gentle but thorough love
my note....says...yes....please
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
the cherry wood box
sits on the mantle
it is a reminder
of his love
handmade, upon a lathe
from a burl of an old sweet cherry
it is smooth as silk to touch
of a deep yellow redish hue
carved to look like the rounded back
of a cat curled in on itself, asleep
the rings once present in the tree
give the box the look of a tabby cat
inside the love notes we share
it has over time become a letterdrop
today....his note...invites me to
a night of gentle but thorough love
my note....says...yes....please
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