The wild wet winds of your passion
Unleashed
Unbound
Untamed.
But it is after the storm,
when the calm sets back in
and we lie entwined together,
those are the moments I crave when apart.
“Pillow time” you called it once.
Those long quiet moments.
No words
No sounds
No urgency.
That is when I seek your eyes
with my eyes and drink you in,
as I watch you drink me in.
As we explore the each of
the other lying close together.
Your face has a child-like wonder,
a surprised expression as I stare
for long moments into your eyes.
My fingers lightly tracing
your skin, your lips, your eyebrows.
I can do this for hours with you,
content to simply partake
of the beauty that is your face.
Unhurried
Unguarded
Unafraid.
I am older than you in years,
some might say too old,
yet I too feel like a child,
possessive of your attention,
watching your eyes watching my eyes.
“Pillow time” you called it once.
In my memory those are the moments
I remember the clearest and dearest
When apart
When I ache
When alone.
