Last gasp, grasp
As fingers reach to wrap round
A steel mike drawn to generous lips
Behind shuttered eyes in my mind
That utter the sounds in my ears
That entices
Then induces
An audio slave
To an uninterrupted night
Of blissful sleep
Filled with magical dreams
As these adult lullabies play in a loop
In the background.
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.
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