chasing will-o’-the-wisp ~   Leave a comment

Tranquility
As I woke this morning,
Your breath against my neck,
I felt tranquility.

Sighing
You cuddled close,
sighing softly,
fingers playing on my chest.

Gracefully
I stroke your hair,
amazed at it softness,
it falls gracefully through my fingers.

Unremitting
I hug you close,
wondering why I never can get close enough,
an unremitting want for you.

Delight
Our legs entwined,
satiny delight touching me,
I never want to move.

Demands Time passes,
the demands of life call,

requiring this to end for the moment.
Embrace
Slowly I give up our embrace,
setting aside my paradisaical happiness,
I rise from bed.

Exquisiteness
Standing above you,
I am astounded with your beauty,
astonished by such exquisiteness.

Dreamed
As I woke this morning,
I dreamed,
of your breath against my neck.

Serenity
I can still sense your satiny touch,
warming me,
the pure serenity.

Taunting
Nothing is real,
each morning the same,
dreams taunting me.

Wishful
Alone I face each day,
only wishful thinking,
chasing will-o’-the-wisp.

 

© Copyright 2004 – 2012 Aarron Laidig

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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