In the darkness

19 04 2011

my hands graze his hair
raking locks between my fingers
 lips pressed to his back doting each freckle with it’s own kiss
Sometimes in sleep he bellows 
at times there are whimpers
I grab a limb and squeeze
and sway his corps with mine
and there is calm
when light begins to break he reaches out
his light arms embracing my brown skin
wrapped tightly
saying what cannot be spoken in the pure of day



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