I want to wake up
with you.
I want to rest on one elbow and watch you
b r e a t h i n g
trace
every feature with eyes so enraptured, pupils
so dilated-elated
and lids so saturated oh
so swollen
they cannot bring themselves to o-
-pen
but lie
tear-heavy and aching with love
for you.
I want.
I want to touch
to touch with mind's fingers over and over
transpose
what has been laser-imprinted
on mind
to
my soul.
I want to lay my head light on your chest.
Rest
for I have not
rested
for oh, so many years.
So
many
heart-depleting
soul-cheating
mind-eating
years.
I want to hear
your heart b e a t
every thrum a strum to the strings that are my own.
Strings that tendril as if towards the sun.
You are my
unparalleled One.
The sweet, sweet release I had given up on.
The tender, un-
deserved blessing
some kind god's precious benison
un-looked for solace
treasured G i f t.
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Borealis Love
PoetryLove - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...
