Pillow

There are soft clouds all around us

We float high above the earth

Singing to each other in the ether

Your hands restless in my hair

Our voices intertwined

This is heaven

It is not so very far from

The one promised

From pulpits and old books

You reach up and pluck

A song from the air

And hand it to me, smiling

I gather it up with a cloud

Into a ball firm enough

To hold together and I ride it

Fiercely as you watch

Until I am giddy and damp

And I float back down

To brush a gentle kiss on your lips

A poem slips unbidden from my own

In the ecstasy of the moment