a work in progress
I must admit I didn't sleep much at all last nightThe hands of the clock ticked steadily through the entirety of the pre-dusk hours
Yet I sat awake absolutely fascinated by the lack of space between us
Marveling at the contoured feel of your frame resting against mine like custom-crafted puzzle pieces
In such exquisite proximity I could simply lean forward, exerting no effort whatsoever,
And place the slightest of kisses into your hair every few moments
Marking my own conscious procession of the evening I spent in quiet contentment
Enjoying your steady, rhythmic slumbering breathing
How, when even past the recognition of placement a fully wide awake mind easily associates, you still would situate yourself closer to me
And near silently sigh in contented comfort as our forms fit together in the dark of an end to a shared evening enjoyed far more than I may have made you aware
And so in stating this admission I hope to impress upon you
The enormity of impression you've left upon me
I said I could fall into your eyes endlessly
Like I hadn't already started that descent the first moment mine fell upon yours
And insofar as attraction goes:
My eyes have navigated the slopes of your landscape with such precise focus and unyielding attention to detail the journey has inspired a hunger in me so absolute a feast fit for a king couldn't hope for a second to sate me
But appetite deigns to inspiration
Poetry by David W Durney
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Written on 2007-12-15 at 20:21
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