I'm often alone.
So please excuse
my desires
for you
to hold me a little longer.
I want to linger
in that state
between awake
and asleep,
as the sunlight
filters in pink.
Caressing our skin,
whispering,
"You can lay
just a minute more.."
Reluctantly unaware;
Am I sleeping?
For this feels
like dreaming.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
I'm often alone.
So please excuse
my desires
for you
to hold me a little longer.
I want to linger
in that state
between awake
and asleep,
as the sunlight
filters in pink.
Caressing our skin,
whispering,
"You can lay
just a minute more.."
Reluctantly unaware;
Am I sleeping?
For this feels
like dreaming.
© MAB December, 2013
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