Friday, March 22, 2013

Late Night (Poetry)

Half-formed sentences roll off my lips
A deep breath, a gasp
Pleasure, a pause
Rolling in the darkness of late night
My hands trail along your skin, smooth
Except where my hand meets hair

I wake in the middle of the night
Just enough light to make out a silhouette
Even in outline I can see your beauty
I lie there, listening to your breathing
I rub my hand across your chest and let it rest
Lying inert on your breast
I feel your heart
I close my eyes

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A young man living in North Texas. He is an actor, a Hellenistos, and a proud member of Hellenion.