Vintage
I watch you with covert,my love overt
for always.
You sleep with
heavy lidded eyes
that I prise open
with my hot stare
and who cares
what hour of the day
or even night it is.
I like the subconscious
times where I mime
your name and
practice heavy scrawls
is the scrolls of margins.
This time, we shall
not marginalise
and take the time
for slow loving,
I'm discovering hidden depths
and a new vintage,
well worth the wait
I anticipate
good times ahead.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-05-18 at 09:27
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