Early Morning Poems
The Last Lullaby, Hidden in a Loud Crescendo Trips to the bathroom and glasses of water Opening windows to catch the cool breeze of her shadow As it passes over me across the wall She plays over my body and takes control Sweating palms, she comes at me with the calm of night Singing psalms I say, God bless you girl, for the stillness you bring You are the girl I want to get lost in To find my way back from the honey trail you left When you got so excited by my touch And I will promise to come back As the mole on your thigh Retracing the steps that got me here In your wide open bed Between legs that never end Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere Because love cannot be like this Where I’m left to dream you up Because no girl could ever compete Could it be your cute girl smile, as you show your teeth Or your perfect body, lay down next to me please Or how you dare to speak, so easy, wait, just breathe Or could it be the tickle of your touch, slow down I guess...