The Night
In the whispers of the wind I hear your sighs
The breeze, like your breath upon my cheek
Its soft touch, your fingers on my skin
The morning dew, the sweetness of our love.
The guests had left, just you and I remained
I had to thank you for the gift you gave
I helped you clear the table, saw your smile
And knew our celebrating was not done.
“Come here,” you said, and then you pulled me close
Your hands caressed my face and held me there
You looked at me, we smiled and we both knew
We knew ... my dearest love, we knew.
Our work now done, you softly took my hand
And led me to the place that we both know
Your body, soft and perfect, next to mine
“Lay here,” you said, “and let me love you more.”
Your hands, your lips, your skin all met with mine
Urging, seeking, now driving frantically
I looked up to see you poised in all your splendor
Your storm broke, my name was on your lips.
You said, “My love, it’s your day,” and you kissed me
And tenderly you brought me where you’d been
Never have I felt such love, such power
As the night we found the place that we both know.
In the whispers of the wind I hear your sighs
The breeze, like your breath upon my cheek
Its soft touch, your fingers on my skin
The morning dew, the sweetness of our love.
I walk, alone, along the grassy meadow
I think of you, my true and dearest love
Lamenting how I miss you, how I grieve still
But knowing love abides and always will.
The Night
The night laid bare
and you're not there
I miss your touch
the cute curve of your smile
the softness of your skin
against mine
the warmth of you
and your laugh
our dreams...
The way we planned
to forever be
me for you
you for me
and I love you
more than I can
ever say
by darkest night
or brightest day...
Everything you are to me
highest mountains
calmest sea
thorned roses
you give to me
iced tea and
afternoon delight
on the balcony
you raise me to the
tallest heights
when we love
through the night
And yes, I would crawl
over broken glass for you
you're in my Psyche
you're in my soul
I carry you where ever I go
I never want to be free of you
You are all the contest I want
or need
When will be meet again my love
I burn with desire for the nearness
of your breath on my neck
and your fingers in my hair
the soft way you say...
I love you today.
bentfeather ©