Sunday, March 18, 2012


Wakeful, I watched you sleep -
Your compact curves comfortably curled
As you breathed a soft back beat -
And your hair tickled me tangled and twirled.

Your wonderful eyes were closed
So tight that I could count each lash,
Your perfect skin relaxed and resting,
Beneath a sheer silky cream sash.

I long for you to have more time –
Currency to spend on us alone.
But you press on in an urgent drive
For employers mostly made of stone.

I’m always here when you need to stretch out
And glue back days that have been threshed.
I will massage away the sting of stress -
Release you again to make your mark refreshed.

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