Musing
As I lay like mist
swirling and feather soft
I wonder
what your eyes would look like
above me
would they be amused
would they hold the light
looking down
into mine, into me
leading the rest of you
into me
would they tether
a place, tingling
creamy pink
you know the place
it’s a whisper
a secret spoken
only when no one can hear
only, and if only
I wonder backward
at your weariness
longing to soothe
aching, I detect it
but will never know
why or where it comes from
unless I lie very still
next to you, unclothed.
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