sun
slips into the room through slats
in
thin lines
to
whisper over the dust you can see
but
not touch
the light crests his naked body like a halo
if
you watch carefully
you
can see his eyes move rapidly
under
the skin film and lash line
wrestling with waking or tracking the
frames of a dream
silky
blond hair cascades the pillow
framing
the boyish face, so innocent
in
sleep
you want to touch him
bury
your face in the crevice of his chest
inhale
the sleepy smell of him
knowing
his arms would encircle you
when he moves
you
slide into the cocoon
flesh
against flesh
spooning
His
breath on the back of your neck
sends
messages to the place where
his
maleness indents you
finding its niche
you
need to stay
stay
till the moon mist crests his naked body
No comments:
Post a Comment