Ravenswing black and lustrous as jet.
I long to touch your hair… inhale its scent
I want to run my fingers over your soft cheek.
Feel that smile I love with gentle fingertips
Kiss your waiting parted soft lips
I need to see past your eyes
Into that gentle immaculate soul.
Embrace your mind and discover it’s secrets
It’s kindness and it’s truth.
And I want you to know mine,
And let us share each other
Forever. As no other
As dawn comes, grey early morning light through a window
I want to waken beside you, touch that hair
Wake you to a day of knowing you are mine
As I am yours always. Kiss you awake with love
With care.With pleasure at your sleepy face
I think you will be at your most beautiful
In dawn’s grey light. In love warm sheets.
And walking, cold chill Sundays with Autumn leaves underfoot
Breath misting as we talk, hand in gloved hand.
Exploring our souls, discovering each other
Before coffee in a warm bistro
Smiles on latte frothed lips.
A kiss to taste it and its sweetness
And laughter at shared intimate jokes
Returning home to be alone. Apartment warmth, such pleasure
To run my fingers through that raven hair
To feel your want, your need, your love
Bright stars through the frost whitened windows
Our only light of choice
Let us be alive. And fear nothing.
©2009 Stan Rogers