As I snuggle down in my Yellow stripe bed
all crisp with white and rose trim red,
all around,warm scent of musk
lingers still
from bodies touched,
of matted gold across pillow swept,
smooth silk back,
catching the glow of the half street light
that dims thru the blinds
out of the night
into the gloom
of my now,empty room.
Yet still I feel your warm heat there,
the softest touch of where you were,
the even breath listened to,
unsettling my own tried rhythm with you.
'Twas not the frantic beat of two entwined
that hovers here,
nor
how whispered things
fell incoherent,drowning in my hair,
nor when the stars appeared and shuddered there.
It was later,
My thoughts so now embrace,
that moment when you turned your face
to sleep your dreams,your dreams unknown,
away from me,
away,alone.
How beautiful in that half light you looked.
Then tracing my fingers on your arm,
crooked around your head above,
I uttered wordlessly,
Goodnight my love.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
As I snuggle down in my Yellow stripe bed
all crisp with white and rose trim red,
all around,warm scent of musk
lingers still
from bodies touched,
of matted gold across pillow swept,
smooth silk back,
catching the glow of the half street light
that dims thru the blinds
out of the night
into the gloom
of my now,empty room.
Yet still I feel your warm heat there,
the softest touch of where you were,
the even breath listened to,
unsettling my own tried rhythm with you.
'Twas not the frantic beat of two entwined
that hovers here,
nor
how whispered things
fell incoherent,drowning in my hair,
nor when the stars appeared and shuddered there.
It was later,
My thoughts so now embrace,
that moment when you turned your face
to sleep your dreams,your dreams unknown,
away from me,
away,alone.
How beautiful in that half light you looked.
Then tracing my fingers on your arm,
crooked around your head above,
I uttered wordlessly,
Goodnight my love.
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