1When you've gone
when you've taken your shadows
and sunlight
and moved with them
to some far corner
away from me,
I spend hours
sketching the face of the morning
in your likeness ...
pasting clouds in my mind
to be there when I need them
on days that are dark
and without clouds of their own.
Then you come,
parting the night with your smile,
offering that
which has filled my thoughts
so completely ...
soothing down the rumples
of my every day,
smoothing out the edges
of my wishing ...
III lie beside you
scarcely breathing,
letting my fingers
play your skin ...
touching your nose
with my lips ...
covering my mouth
with the banquet before me
that's clothed in the reflection
of a thousand stars ...
and I love each moment of you
consciously,
acutely,
and with a fierceness that leaves me
soft and small and wounded
in your arms.
Copyright Esther Luttrell 2010
