In the Shelter of My Dreams
Across the velvet nape
Of my naked, trembling neck
Around the bare expanse
Of my silken, silent throat
Within my pounding heart
Upon my very soul
I feel a softness
A growing warmth
Your precious breath
Feather light and gentle
A tender, trailing, touch
Barely tracing ‘cross my skin
Like the cautious, quiet, exhale
Of the weeping, fading, night
Upon the fragrant, glowing, flesh
Of the groaning, sighing, morning
The freshly newborn moments
Of the shining, singing day
Blushing at transgressions
At familiar desecrations
I know your touch
A weight without a substance
Touching all without a sound
Without a whisper of betrayal
A silent surrender
Encroaching
All encompassing
A growing sense of knowing
You will wrap yourself about me
Hold me tightly in your arms
In the shelter of my dreams
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
Beautiful, Annie!
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Thanks Annie!
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