Morning Traces of Love
I love to wallow in the warmth that you have left behind,
That effervescent quality of love that says you’re near,
A snail like trace that shimmers on the bedsheets in my mind,
Now lying where you were with still warm quilts pulled up to ear.
The perfume of your breath gives bloom to pillow for your head,
As if rose petals were the only crown you ever wear,
The parting glow of pearl like teeth make human lips more red,
And softness born of breast and thigh must struggle to compare.
The bread of heart behind your words like poems feed my soul,
The umbrella your presence brings, pure shelter, brooks no change,
The servant’s role, that on most days, would seem your only goal,
Where lives the man so foolish he one hair would rearrange?
Brian Johnston
Nov 28, 2016
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