Softer Now

I remember you hard-

your chest,

your back,

your thighs-

making love to a fortress,

for strength.

Now you are my pillow

where I sleep

and weep

and rest,

my silken comforter

to stroke

and sigh into.

© Diana Renfro
Previously published in Iodine Poetry Journal,
Fall 2003/Winter 2004, Charlotte, NC