I woke this morning fantastic. The window ajar,
I heard the birds on the wire, in the trees
they sang the most beautiful of songs
as sun arrived in splendor, brought dreams of
love and mirth, and for a moment
Spring was here.
I imagined it warmed your hands, fingers that
one day might feel excitement, only to leave me
in a dream-like state, inquisitive, moist,
ever so aware-unclothed.
O love, tell me they will discover all that
I have to render! My thighs
at the thought.
Never have I imagined such magnificence
and a boy that can
make it last forever.
I am completely and utterly in love.
And as fervor slides into the lungs
like a breath in the rain, everything
becomes soundless, where even the wren
find it much too wet to sing.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 8:39 PM