I wake up early to dream of you with eyes open,
to fill up my senses with the scent of your hair
& the touch of your body sleeping next to mine;
to delight in the sound of your soft breathing
& dream that you're dreaming of me.
I wake up early to whisper my immense love
into your ear & pass my hand in soft caress
on your tender woman breasts--to stir your heart's
memories of former nights of love, & former dreams,
& when you open up your eyes of dawn,
to be the first thing you see and,
like a fabulous faery tale, make you fall
m l
a d y
in love with me
again.
Jim: I liked your poem. Great work, very expressing. You're great, sir! Thanx for sharing! Mel