September 14, 2005

  • BEING WARMED

    I am weary
    and the spider web of drowsiness
    clings to me
    keeping me from opening my eyes.

    I am tired,

    but the touch of your skin
    brushing against me

    is a warm softness

    that I pleasurably cuddle into

    A smile flits almost imperceptibly across my face
    before I fade back
    into the velvety blackness of sleep,
    to dream again
    of resting in the safety of your arms..

    ©drc 09/09/2005

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