Thursday, January 28, 2010
Poemas de la melanchonia
Another ten Minutes...
Her subtle breathing
Wakes me up on command
Her warmth perpetuates though our thin sheets.
It's 7:00 am
To early to awake, and yet to late to sleep in.
My eyes slowly awaken to the glimmer of the sun through our window shutters.
Slender curves captivate my thoughts.
Her skin with the same sensation as cashmere to the skin.
Our eyes connect for the slightest moment.
As we lay in a quite trance, we are reminded of ourselves.
together were transformed.
"How about another ten minutes" I awkwardly blunder,
and once again we fall.
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