Raven.

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

Taste you.

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 reach out to those stars with joy. Let us love and be loving.

Let us be alive. And fear nothing.

©2009 Stan Rogers