The morning is still, escorted by the peace
Of a night well slept
Our waking is slow and content, our hearts full and close
From a night well kept
Your silhouette stretches, in a lithe composition
Of sensual acceptance and grace
Your arc, your essence and smiling face
Draw my attentions into a reflecting place
I see your depth and wanton complexity
It seduces my restless curiosity
I've felt your companionship and soul's beauty
They are born of a dream well dreamt
And despite capricious notions of future's identity
My love has commissioned a hopeful bet
For, for you my love, over the edge of pragmatism
My heart has leapt...
The morning is still, escorted by the peace
Of a night well slept
Our waking is slow and content, our hearts full and close
From a night well kept
I reach and trace your waist
Possibilities unfolding in times ethereal embrace
Of magical memories not forged yet
Of knowing this is my hearts intent
And for knowing this
I have wept
(Your finger traces circles in my palm
Quieting an inner turbulence
Bestowing a pleasant calm
Reassuring, as if, I've known you all along)
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A/N:
As an author and creative sort, I really appreciate you taking the time to read my poems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Keep it popp'n,
-DarthPadre
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