A Sleeping Silhouette

Earliest of the morning light peers its silly little smiles Peeking through shades and sills Swathing ambience surrounds Sketching out a silhouette Sleeping contours satin covered still Gentle touches, my fingertips paint as brushes Traces, the wildflower’s presence Lying silent among the daffodils Fine captured lines of radiance Savor the ages of overflowing wines Upon her sculptured rills Each dip of arc in moments defined Lightly engraven and etched Upon the passing of time… fulfilled Michael G. Smith/ Soft senuality Then, her warmth And that of the sunlight Unite to mingle with her essence spilled A sensual fragrance, among the treliss shadowed room Euphoric of her swirling incense My soul once empty, now begins to fill She feels my leers And begins to stir Then, ebony curls arouse surreal Also, those sleepy eyes melting chocolates of blinks and stares Where the sun shines, once again As amber sparkling smiles reveal Our special love, a union eternal As she draws me close for embrace And offers her now exhilirating appeal