For You
after lovemaking we lie
together, spent, spending in sweaty silence
time we take, the world grudgingly gives
and ceases spinning
now still, my thoughts
turn to all the places we touch,
the ways we connect.
your thigh, plush and furry,
settled like snow in my knee's contours;
your warm belly slung over my hip,
pulling, stretching my skin;
your chin sharp in the hollow of my collarbone;
your forehead damp at my temple;
stray, mussed hairs brush my brow.
the sun is setting.
whispering, you warn that I should leave;
I, pretty useless moon when
you grow in glare and novas.
but
though dazzling dawn will drown me out,
every night I rise to
make white light dance for you
longing to be bright as day
so you look up and breathe
'beautiful.'
till the birth of sun
(that ruinous reaper)
I rise and fall in you
and beneath your shield
together
we lie
and wait.
©2008 Emily Grace (sevengem.net)