Sunrise Lover

   

Sunrise lover from

Soft, warm darkness.

Light filters in at sunrise and

Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.

As the room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,

Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.

Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.

I lie with him, my face resting against his.

In the half light I can just make out

His eyelashes, resting on his smooth cheek.

His noble nose is outlined by the

Light creeping in through the window.

His lips are beautiful and full,

Soft and sweet.

As the room continues to lighten,

His breathing quickens and his body stretches.

I move back just a bit

To take in his whole being.

He is strong, lean and beautiful

All I could ever want or need.

His eyes flutter open and his smile,

At seeing my face so close to his,

Is so beautiful and welcoming

As if to say he missed me while he slept.

 

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Robert Mann

Mon 6th Jun 2016 17:47

Michelle - not bad for starters! Being the pedant that I am: 5th line should be slowly rather than slowing I think. I look forward to reading more.
Rob

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Martin Elder

Sun 5th Jun 2016 23:13

Beautifully put Michele.

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