To close my eyes
is to know there is nothing else besides you,
for even in this dark I think of you
As these shadows have made me long for tenderness' touch.
Thus my hand caresses the silhouette of your thigh.
Shoulders paling ‘neath the moon – stardust woven into your hair,
that even as my lips lay voiceless against your skin
your cheek lies cool upon my pillow.
Then so your words tumble effortlessly into my ear
I consider the gentleness within your voice.
Or is it only that my heart trembles -
To be next to you
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008
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