A Piece of You
I caught your scent this morning –
Just a whiff, a lingering piece
Of you in my bedclothes.
It was not Your cologne which,
Heady, intoxicates me so.
Rather, it was You, your
Masculine, human, sweaty
Musk: it, now familiar, dear,
Now fading, whispered of
Secrets lost to stolid walls –
Private, tender moments: when I
Cried damp, salty tears on
Your bare chest and surprised e’en
Myself with honesty; when, in
The dark, we talked about
Our Future – together; when,
In the dark, your lips pressed against
Mine, your arms encompassed
Me, and grasping, reaching, we
Discovered together ourselves.
With you, Love, I am me.
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Gabriel Gadfly said,
February 8, 2009 at 7:57 pm
This is beautiful. The apostrophed “even” in the fifth stanza threw me for a loop, but it’s a minor detail. Very well done.
Mike said,
March 3, 2009 at 4:47 pm
First blog I read after wakeup from sleep today!
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