Poem 53

Intimacy-holding_hands

There’s a moment in my day

When thinking of you

Takes my mind

To places I know you go.

Seeking me I come to you

It’s all that matters.

 

Within me

You move lithely across the room,

A skill that captivates and intrigues

For I see you as ethereal

Re-igniting deceased passions.

I sink into your charming graces.

 

Lying in the predawn

Watching you sleep,

My angel stirs

There is no greater beauty.

Yes! It is me

I’m here just as you dreamed

We fold in each other arms.

 

Over breakfast

We laugh at past encounters

The fumbles and stumbles

That lovers make each day,

The ones you hope to forget

The ones you need to recall.

We smile, we sip, we know.

 

Our day is one adventure

Holding hands at the shops

Reassuring our physical selves

Touch conveys our intimacy

We stand, shoulders touching,

A contact reminding us

Of what we most look for.

 

In loving we discover

the other, it’s not all me.

The magic that is us

Our care and attention.

Treasuring every second

The nuances of each other

In intimate seconds before we sleep.

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16 Responses to Poem 53

  1. Gabriella says:

    This is very good, Michael! I like what you express and how you express it.

  2. Beautifully expressed my friend ~ all of the ‘little moments’ that make up our sense of belonging to someone and our love of someone…nice job ~ smiles.

  3. This is so intimate, tender, passionate and gorgeous wow!

  4. What a beautiful portrait of a loving relationship!! 🙂 🙂

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  6. RoSy says:

    A sweet & lovely poem 🙂

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