Dawn pushes through the slates ungently
Demanding tender attention
Rolling away from the day, captivated
Reveling in sparkling heat
Stroking skin with a lovers touch
Savoring the slow build
Basking in the languid stretch of time
Enchanted by silken movement
Relishing the lack of compelling necessity
Chasing fulfillment be met
Only over time and as rising need spreads
Creating soft sighs of desire
Dawn broken through sleep chased out
Dreams captured in memories
Damn, empty bed
14-April-2016
Sweet reverie ❤
I didn’t see the end coming but you had me going thinking lovely thoughts! You are back in fine form, Val! Cheers!
You know, I didn’t see the end coming till I wrote it. But it was the right ending. Poetry is just what flows from our soul, sometimes dark sometimes light and sometimes something in between, like this one. Thank you for your words and your visit.
You know I’m a big fan of your poems … so this one had me going … well, until the painful ouch at the end.
I couldn’t help myself Frank, I wanted this one to be a dream. That moment between sleep and wake.
That last line is painful!
Yes, sometimes it certainly can be.