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Instead of Dreaming
Magnificent, she lay, as midnight’s metropolitan half-light
stripes her face just enough for me to count the eyelashes
that grace those resting windows into a soul that burns with so much passion for love and endless loyalty it could teach the
orneriest of pupils how to strive and thrive in what’s all fair…
One-hundred and forty-three.
One-hundred and forty-three reasons why I could stay here until forever
staring at a sleeping beauty, not of fairy tale or lore,
but of certainty and passion
pure as the light that adorns those silky cheekbones and
pillow lips that glisten in the pale glow
of midnight dreams come true.
What are you dreaming of?
So peaceful she lay; I wonder if she dreams of sleep.
Were it that which she desires,
I’d provide.
Like the very sun provides light,
or the clouds water.
I’ll be her atmosphere.
I’ll fight tornados,
hurricanes.
I’ll battle drought and showering rains
to keep her in her peaceful slumbering comfort for just minutes longer
if that’s what she requires.
I want to be gravity.
I’ll keep her grounded and secure.
I am the earth,
and her the moon—she moves oceans within me;
and I the tide because she makes me rise;
and I the night sky because she illuminates
me
as she outshines the stars.
What are you dreaming of?
As I watch her breast rise and fall
and listen to the symphony of her breath
like a warm breeze on a sun-filled morning singing a song of spring,
when the whole of nature is renewed,
and her presence is so real
yet
so hard to believe—
I wonder,
and I adore,
and I fall deeper as she sleeps.
stripes her face just enough for me to count the eyelashes
that grace those resting windows into a soul that burns with so much passion for love and endless loyalty it could teach the
orneriest of pupils how to strive and thrive in what’s all fair…
One-hundred and forty-three.
One-hundred and forty-three reasons why I could stay here until forever
staring at a sleeping beauty, not of fairy tale or lore,
but of certainty and passion
pure as the light that adorns those silky cheekbones and
pillow lips that glisten in the pale glow
of midnight dreams come true.
What are you dreaming of?
So peaceful she lay; I wonder if she dreams of sleep.
Were it that which she desires,
I’d provide.
Like the very sun provides light,
or the clouds water.
I’ll be her atmosphere.
I’ll fight tornados,
hurricanes.
I’ll battle drought and showering rains
to keep her in her peaceful slumbering comfort for just minutes longer
if that’s what she requires.
I want to be gravity.
I’ll keep her grounded and secure.
I am the earth,
and her the moon—she moves oceans within me;
and I the tide because she makes me rise;
and I the night sky because she illuminates
me
as she outshines the stars.
What are you dreaming of?
As I watch her breast rise and fall
and listen to the symphony of her breath
like a warm breeze on a sun-filled morning singing a song of spring,
when the whole of nature is renewed,
and her presence is so real
yet
so hard to believe—
I wonder,
and I adore,
and I fall deeper as she sleeps.
Published 15th Mar 2018
| Edited 1st May 2020
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Anonymous
11th May 2018 11:34pm
enticing and absolutely for an a woman's absorption..
loving your energy here..
loving your energy here..
1st May 2020 11:23pm
hello, just a question, does I want to be gravity.
I’ll keep her grounded and secure.
I am the earth,
and her the moon go together? the structure kind of through me off. then you went into the oceans which fits that part
I’ll keep her grounded and secure.
I am the earth,
and her the moon go together? the structure kind of through me off. then you went into the oceans which fits that part
1st May 2020 11:33pm
1st May 2020 11:41pm
