Motionless Morning/Afternoon

A lazy Sunday with you

Motionless and sprawled in bed next to you,

A feeling of floating purging me of sin,  

Listening to the unbroken beat deep within,  


Chest expands and deflates,

Not daring to move,

As doing so might disturb the affection I feel being suspended in time and space.


As feet set down at last,

On carpet of dewy emerald grass,

Next to fragrant evergreens,

I grin and feel you move nearer me.


Warm hand descends to lower spine,

Gliding slowly along bone and skin,

Reeling back my mind,

I’m home again.


The End

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