The dawn of a malleable Sunday morning appears, finding us lying here, wrapped up in the twisted sheets and after glow of a wild night of lustful passion. I watch you as you awake, yawning, trying to smile at me. Running my index finger along your cheek I tuck your hair back to allow an unobstructed view of your remarkable face. I smile at you, basking in this love, complete in this moment that I would not trade for all the women in this world. You pour back into my arms and your scent reminds me of last night, and yesterday, and the days before, of so many times I hold inside my heart. As our lips meet, I can feel your wiggly toes find the empty spaces between mine, slipping in and out of them in the most suggestive ways and I know that this will indeed be a great day.
6-10-2007
3 comments:
Truly beautiful Scott. A love that not all people have the privilege of knowing. You put it to poetry much more delicately and beautiful than some poets have done. That takes writing from the heart of a true poet.
It's funny Carrie, this was written as a wish, even though I was in a good relationship at this time, I did not have this. I longed for it and prayed for it but it's always escaped me. Thank you for your kindness!!
Well "wishes" can be beautiful things to hold on to as well. Your wish was so vivid that it felt real. That is what amazing writers do. Just keep writing wishes and all!
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