If You Were Here
If you were here
The sheets would rustle now
Like whispers in the night
The wind would come
With jasmine breath
And your eyes would be
The candle of delight
If you were here
Your veins would murmur like a stream
And my ear would catch
The syllables of your dream
While pillowed between the hills
Of grassless mounds of flesh
Sleeping
In the warmth of fragile joy
Seems you never knew
That this patriot
Heard the bugle of many lands
But never led their wars
Or spoke from far parliaments
The loyalty that alone was yours
They resented that
And I am happy have treaty with them
My love shall be of peace.
If you were here
Like the rise and fall of the sea
Its soft chest heaving
I would hear you breathing
The same wet delicious song
And while my loins with passion throngs
I should be still
As her salt tongue
Quivers at the roots
Of a spurting hill ...
Where the nectared trees are laden still
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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