To my lover asleep on my shoulder –
when the morning comes,
we will rise as the sun’s
pink lemonade light floods us,
you squinting cat-eyes
grinning into the bedsheets.
You see, last night, as you
wept into my hair
baptizing my temples –
I decided that you really were
“Dearest love.”
Dearest love,
we can both cease sleepwalking
into lonely
livingrooms, aching kitchens,
window pains.
Dearest love,
I hope these words don’t scare;
know I would kiss
the clementine halves
of your calves and hands and feet.
But now you’re asleep,
the quiet prayer
of your mouth blessing my side.
Dearest love, where do you go?
Sailboats, desert elephants, copper coins
in your palm,
palms turned upward,
waiting for the rain.
you are asleep and i am frightened,
dearest love.
But then again I’m moving towards
something so delicate –
a movement in my dreaming wakes you –
Dearest love,
there is something heartbreaking in how
you breathe next to me,
i'd be sweetly torn if
you tumbled in your sleep,
mumbling something as fragile
as my heart on the bedside table,
if I felt you sigh and love me,
if only in your dreaming.
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Kier it's been a while since i have commmented on any of your stuff but as always i am in awe of what you write. You use wonderful imagry in this piece and there's lots of heartfelt emotion it as well. Good job hun. Hope things are well
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Janine -
I'm really liking the imagery, here.
Coincidentally, I'm also a sucker for the mention of dreaming.
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beautiful as usual. The only mistake is in the third stanza from the bottom, where 'them' should be then.
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Nice. This just made me feel all warm and fuzzy but in a non-cliche kind of way. Score one for you.
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