He is taller than me,
so that my toes curl around his calves.
He is thinner,
so that I can curl my fingers around his side.
He has a triumverate of freckles
under his right eye
that go from obtuse
to acute
when he smiles.
There is a scar
on the left of his chin
unnoticable to those
who aren't looking.
His upper lip
is comma-shaped,
curling around the
oyster fullness
of the bottom.
The dark hair
curls around his earlobe,
hugging the unadulterated flesh.
I watch him
as he sleeps,
breathing deeply,
beating quickly,
small smile on
a lax mouth.
I wonder if he's watching me.
And all through, I think:
Aishiteru.
Aishiteru.
Aishiteru,
to the rhythm
of his heart.
But I'm afraid
to speak, and interrupt
the rhythm of this,
and his curling
comma-lips.
The sun begins to rise, and I know:
we will be tomorrow,
whatever tomorrow might be.
Author notes
Thinking before I fall asleep, about the one I currently love...
A contest entry
- High Passions by Sinfully Yours.
400 points, ended October 5, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow, I could feel the love! (&& I usually hate love-y stuff....the whole bitterness and such)
but this was effing amazing!!!
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This is a really good write. I love how it is the detail of a person, since I am one who enjoys to study other people. Truely great =)
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Oh, this WAS WONDERFUL!!! The end was as sweet as can be. Lovely piece, glad I found it!
Not a single word would I change, fantastic!
Jin
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