within my palms

like the ships,
we pass in the night.
to slumber, you were gone
until, the new day sun.
upon his rise...
i will wish you were in my eyes.
the night will quietly run the course,
the shadows will be cast.
the stars will peek from the clouds
the air is still
yet my mind...oh
it runs and it is real.
to steal a piece of you.
to peer upon you in the nude.
to reach out
to cup your breast.
within my palms to hold,
the fullness and the firm.
to fill my dreams
my hands upon you, as you rest.
to push back your raven hair from your face,
my fingers, woven, as if to lace.