Days Long Midnight
Now that you are gone,
I am consumed by you.
Every hour is yours now.
Every waking day
and every sleeping night.
I see your face and body
in every woman.
I think of you and feel the times
swell and well up within.
The you I perceived in my mind,
the perfect love.
All destroyed by the hands that create...
I glide my hands gently around
your waist and slowly up your sides.
You roll back into me slightly
as I reach your ribs and pause
for a moment to take in the
surrender.
Your hair brushes my face
and I push into its rich fold
inhaling the heavy scent.
I feel your hands reach back
and brush my thigh with a tender touch.
Our necks entwine and I feel your face
smile against mine.
With eyes closed, I turn your head
towards me with a gesture of my own.
I can feel your breath on my lips,
it is hot and wanting.
I initiate the kiss...
Your curves are linear lines
that flow perfectly
up from your back
to the nape of your neck.
Symmetrical shoulders that strain
under the weight
of my heaving chest.
Hips that hold life, love and lust
all intertwined.
No distinction do you make,
all this from you I will take.
Gently
you stir in your sleep.
You shift and sigh.
I stand
at the bedroom door
and stare,
smoking in the dark.
I am so saddened
that you can sleep
without me
next to you now.
Something that I can never do...
Poetry and art (c) 2005 Eric Hathaway
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Now that you are gone,
I am consumed by you.
Every hour is yours now.
Every waking day
and every sleeping night.
I see your face and body
in every woman.
I think of you and feel the times
swell and well up within.
The you I perceived in my mind,
the perfect love.
All destroyed by the hands that create...
I glide my hands gently around
your waist and slowly up your sides.
You roll back into me slightly
as I reach your ribs and pause
for a moment to take in the
surrender.
Your hair brushes my face
and I push into its rich fold
inhaling the heavy scent.
I feel your hands reach back
and brush my thigh with a tender touch.
Our necks entwine and I feel your face
smile against mine.
With eyes closed, I turn your head
towards me with a gesture of my own.
I can feel your breath on my lips,
it is hot and wanting.
I initiate the kiss...
Your curves are linear lines
that flow perfectly
up from your back
to the nape of your neck.
Symmetrical shoulders that strain
under the weight
of my heaving chest.
Hips that hold life, love and lust
all intertwined.
No distinction do you make,
all this from you I will take.
Gently
you stir in your sleep.
You shift and sigh.
I stand
at the bedroom door
and stare,
smoking in the dark.
I am so saddened
that you can sleep
without me
next to you now.
Something that I can never do...
Poetry and art (c) 2005 Eric Hathaway
________________________________________________________
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