The sun peaks in slowly catching my attention just enough to open my eyes and see life. I wake from dream, to dream. Only to sigh ever so sweet. We have become twisted tastefully. Our bodies rest as art. And I take in every moment to appreciate and accept his beating heart. My mouth slightly open, lips tenderly touch to sip the pulse of his whole being. His inhale whistles like wind as I lay my face upon his chest. Music of his heart, beats to my steady breath. My arm wraps perfectly, parallel to the back of his neck. Like a vine I have embraced him, his beauty rests in my hand. The layer of texture which shelters his soul has become my canvas as I paint along his arched back. My finger tips trace poetry. To the chemistry that has entwined us soulfully, now we rest.
Los Angeles, CA
May 2, 2010
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