Bedside
I was asleep when I saw him at my beside.
He gasped the dark air and tried to hide,
I stretched my arms wide but it was in vain:
few feathers amid my fingers was my gain.
A mark I found where no one should see.
I blushed, half in panic and half in pure glee,
Did he missed or did he hit the right target?
Oh, may he attack me again with no regret,
This time I will clasp my hands together
And I will catch more than one feather:
Oh, love, we will craft together a new doss,
I want your victory, I delight with my loss,
But there is a secret I will quickly share:
I captured you with my first morning stare.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
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