The Contours Of Your
I listened to your heart beat
Its familiar rhythm as you slept,
Your mouth an arc of gentleness.
Soon you will wake
And such moments will surf
To indeterminate dreams,
Yet I, with willing, with thought
Will remember what it felt like
To be there, last night, your heartbeat
Fastened to my ear as I watched
Your breast rise and fall, my face
Following the contours of your shadow
In a moon half-lit in cumuli
As morning dawned, heavy-lidded,
A wealth of pleasure
Pleated into ridiculous heavens
That gleam in a world
Lost to such beauty,
A catalogue of smiles,
As if nothing else mattered.
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