A Soul Wide Awake

 


A Soul Wide Awake



Dawn breaks not with trumpets and horn

but a slow adagio

of soft sunlight

and even softer curves


the insouciance of new beginnings

wakes us to a world without sin


With innocence we stretch

to the far borders of the bed,

the touch fingertips overpower our emotions

that play in the sunlight on our skin.


Love is the property 

of saints, and children and angels

yet as we hold each other close

we know their joy of being alive.


we wake without sin

or what might have beens,

yet as the world creeps in through

the bedroom window,

we become shy, trying to hide,

covering ourselves as

sin slips through the door.


We make risqué jokes,

fondle each other provocatively,

much too much, and much too loud

to really be believed


it was only later

that our faces changed

to a hard and focused beauty

and pinpoint awareness of predatory eyes.


I call later that week,

not to soon and not too late,

she's going out with the girls (to brag).

*I added the last bit, I hope you don't mind*


I did my bragging the other night

so I stay home feeling empty and blue


She calls....... f*ck be cool

she's been thinking of me and I say me too


Oh, you've been thinking about you?


God she's funny and hot


Dinner at an expensive restaurant

and even more costly bottle of wine,

trying to impress and hoping I succeed.

We wind up at her place with an invitation in,

we're both playing it cool and then I snap,

gambling all on chance and fate.


I don't want to play games, not with you.

We had something special but now it's been lost,
I don't know what it was or how to get it back,
but I want to try... with you


We wake up to sunlight caressing our eyes,

everything soft and young and new.


good morning love

... good morning
why are you staring?
... Oh, I didn't know I was, just looking at you
perv... spying on me in my sleeping?


a razz-berry escaping her lips

then a short laugh


why?

she says with wistful eyes


My reply to soft to hear,

spoken with eyes

and not with lips.


You were fast asleep

but your soul was wide awake

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