I fight your urging to open
my eyes
in the hopes
last night might never end.
Your whispers...
daring me to lay lifeless.
I can’t keep my smile from showing you
there is no place
I’d rather be.

Your tousled golden mane
sweeps over your shoulder,
plunges
and rest delicately
on the rise of your breast.

Feather light fingers trail up and down
my spine,
ghostly chills follow.

Your ardent body
pressing against me.

Photo flash images
rifle through my mind,
fanning the left over embers
of a red hot seduction
weeks in the making.

In this morning light,
I can almost pull the meaning of life
from your eyes.

You are the embodiment of spring
with all its promise,
washing the cold grey
of a life of winters
from my weary soul
and I am more awake
than I have been in years.


kc`14

ahhhhh...that morning light....wonderfully written...Cyn

What woman would not want to wake up beside a man who is 'feeling' this way about her?....Smoldering piece (((((Kevin)))))

C, thank you, thank you.

blondey, keep your eyes open.

Leigh, 'feeling' is underrated.

Wow

thank you CPFY...

Wonderful awakening...nice!

Laura...

kc, hi

First time I read a poem in a while where I had to read it over to make sure it actually happened. You are deep, I told you this. It's amazing how you let vulnerability take over effortlessly through the words. Whoever wakes up to this should be blessed to know someone like this actually exists, that it's not in some dreamland or story you can make up. Amazing writing!

"Feather light fingers trail up and down
my spine,
ghostly chills follow."

Dig it. These lines and the ending in particular are really great, man.