Thursday, March 5, 2009

Surrealistic pillows

Could I not see her face –
Yet her backside was soft and translucent
as despite the chill in the air her cover lay nestled at her hip.
My eyes followed the curve of her body her skin a milky white luminescence
her shoulders bare that the nape of her neck was irresistibly inviting.
Drawn to her illumination if simply to place the warmth of a kiss upon her nakedness
I wanted to wrap her with the heat of my own and hold her through the night. Yet as my lips pressed softly against the coolness of her skin
she to me eyes glistening that it was you and I awoke.
Is there so much love in my hearts realm
- That never gets a chance.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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