A blissful start to the day,
Waking up tangled within a lover’s embrace,
Loosing track of:
Where she begins and you end;
You end and she begins,
A blur to the senses,
Reawakening of the sublime;
Leaving you wishing:
If only this moment could stretch out for eternity,
Placed within a snow globe,
Suspended in alkaline,
And put out for display:
To represent, what is surely the happiest moment of your life todate.
She fans the dust in my direction,
Motes of light,
Carrying a million whisps of nasal ticklers,
Inviting me to a fit of sneezing,
Looking on,
Mischievously!
Her body,
Belongs to a goddess taken corporeal form,
Even the little that she wears is a tease,
More like jewellery than apparel,
That says:
I don’t think much of covering up,
And, you don’t want me to,
Do you?
The Journal of The Writer of (Invisible) Woes!
