The dark princess beckons me
silky locks slip through my fingers
time crawls to find me watching
So beautiful just beyond my grasp
lashes bat to tease my cheeks
limbs move in stumbling protest
She twists away as I strain to see
arching her back slightly
morning winks from the curve
Early smells surround my twilight
as finally she comes to me
curling my mind with her spoon
A tear slides to kiss the pillow
as relief sweeps over me
aching need quenched by warm blankets
Then all too quickly hiding from light
stealing moments like diamonds
as dawn comes to take my princess
1 comment:
I had no idea my sisters were poets -impressive
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