Like a lover’s note
 
I can see you naked,
in the morning,
opening the windows,
letting out the night,
tasting all the smells of morning
on your tongue, while
early sun-beams stroke your body,
coat your hair with tender light;
your eyes still moist with dream,
your lips half-parted;
breath as soft and silt as sheets,
now left abandoned on your bed.
I can see you naked,
looking at the sky;
your back to the bed that
I share with you, in memory.
Come back to me
and let us lie amidst our dreams.
Let me know you;
let me touch you like a lover.
Let me come to you and pray.
I stand here lost and naked.
Take me in and take me with you.
Bind me to your skin.
I need you to invite the sun
to shine upon these sheets,
still wet with sweat and lust
and rumpled, like a lover’s note
you carry in your pocket
and read on your way home.
September 14th, 2007 at 5:48 pm
Who is this poet? Like a Lover’s Note - lovely. I would like to know more about the person who wrote it.
Thanks.
September 14th, 2007 at 6:21 pm
Just me,
J.