To Megan
Her hair spread out across her cloud-like pillow,
Her breathing soothing, that of a whispering
Willow tree, drooping from its banks on a river
Of endless peace. And as I watch her sleeping
Her dreams come softly seeping, slipping from
her face and the smile that it bore. Though past
her window the night may be stormy, there is no
hint of life so thorny past the shadow of her door.
For here there lies a blissful maiden, encased in sleep
so heavy laden, not with burden but of balance
and happiness in love’s eternal shores. I trace a finger
Along her spine, imagining every groove, every line
To the dimples on her lower back and I forget all
Sense of time and space and time and space.
And as she murmurs in her doze I chuckle,
And I glance at all the clothing cluttered, spread
So neatly and not sparingly, across the bedroom floor.
And with her breath on my neck, I feel her lips gentle
peck, peck into my lonely chest and spill it on the floor
In this room of gentle warm embrace, I find my heart,
my very gentle soul, encased.
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