So Will was asleep on my bed the other day and I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake him up so I decided to write this. I don’t know if I really want to call it a poem though.
Lying beside you up close against your body,
Your warm arms wrapped snuggly around me,
And your soft lips brushing past mine in affection.
My skinny fingers feeling your suntan lotion scented hair,
Palpating each curl, some tiny some just slightly larger, some neat and tidy some intertwined with others.
Turning my focus onto your chest, I observe as it rises and falls so gently and relaxed,
Just like your beautiful heart that beats underneath your chest,
Thumping against me.
And your sweet slow-paced breathing.
I breathe in as you breathe out,
Inhaling the sweet aroma in which you exhale.
Running the tips of my fingers over the stubby surface of your face then moving to your tender lush lips,
I can’t help but stop in my path to kiss them.
My heart feels as if it’s pounding when I think of last night when you asked what I saw in you.
The question left me numb and dry mouthed out of restiveness but watching you sleep gives me the motivation to tell you in the near future.
Taking notice of those three freckles on your cheek, all in a row,
I comparing them again to the three stars that make up Orion’s Belt.
You shine just like them.
Concentrating on those perfect eyelashes of yours,
Noticing how they curve up toward your thick eyebrows, overshadowing the lids.
Slow moving, careful not to wake you, I sit up and debate on what to do,
And suddenly I feel your hand touch me, searching for me in your dreams perhaps.
I get up and seek for something to capture these moments and come across a relatively old notebook and pencil.
I begin to write and shortly after, you awaken.
“Kim, what are you doing?” You question with curiosity, still somewhat sleepy.
“Hm?” I moan knowing what you asked, curling my toes against the wooden floor in nervousness.
“What are you doing?” You repeat yourself. “I miss you!” Exclaiming with a sense of desperation.
And even though I long for you too, I quickly cover my writing with my hands and shoo you away and continue.
But just a few stanzas later, I’m suddenly at a loss for words when I picture you moments previous to your awakening, sleeping so peacefully.
Eyes shut just enough to block out any light, lips pressed lightly together but refusing to part, in your own world.
You’re so beautiful and sweet when you sleep, my love.
by kimmmmy