Sunday, January 5, 2014

That Velvet Touch of Morning

That velvet touch of morning
skin alive though thoughts are still
the waking sun is warming some
and through the dark reveal
Little glimpse of light exempt
no judgment where you lay
so discreet for many sheets
upon them you have played
Though in the still of morning
play you do across her skin
kissing ever gently
all those places that I've been
To pour a thousand lines in rhyme
with time our meter kept
her chest to rise to fall although
she longs for more still yet
Stretching with the heat that comes
that too not far away
skin alive as thoughts contrive
and skillful fingers play
Novels made to serenade
as words on lips are forming
to heaven's glow we fade and go
that velvet touch of morning

1 comment:

Caroline said...