If this is all there will be
of heaven for me,
this final souls memory
of morning in our warm bed,
my wife, slumbers beside me,
the soft sloping curve
down from her hip,
across her side,
sliding up to her lovely breasts,
there,
where my arm rests
while my fingers find their way home….
If this is all there will be
of heaven for me,
God’s boon is bounteous!
Abundant indeed!
And heaven is more than enough,
more than my eternity
will ever need.
Poems by Ken 