Tuesday, March 29, 2011

One more love poem from the attic.


Last night you appeared when I most needed you to

You covered me with yourself
Your flesh against mine
Warm and inviting
I was stirred deep into my soul
Love and desire and adoration
All too soon you were gone
The feel of you against me lingered
And the fragrant smell of your flesh
With the knowledge that you love me.

This morning I was low
Feeling lonely with aching head
Again you appeared
Sat beside me, touched my skin and my soul
Brought nurture for my spirit and head
Gave freely of your love
Shared affection, coffee, and talk
There has never been anyone
I so longed to see arrive
So hated to see leave
Nor so missed when she was gone.
But I know that you love me
And that you miss me too.
And it helps.

William RainCrow
about 2007.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. I hope someone writes something like this for me someday.