Sweet Nothings

The quiet stillness
runs her silken fingers
through my hair,
caressing my scalp
with her sensuous massage
All the while she whispers,
“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!”
into my ear.
I am moved
almost to tears
by the sincerity of her grace
and the eloquance of her touch
“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!,”
she echos once more
as she presses my eyelids
gently closed.
“Sweet Nothings! sweet nothings!,”
I hear again
as I drift off to sleep
sigh
“Sweet Nothings!”