Not About A Man Poem by Bianca Fiechter

Upon awakening I crave you.
Forgoing all others,
I am drawn.
I curse the night
That blinds my sight, awaiting eagerly the dawn.
I cannot stall the urge,
All my passion,
Awaits the surge,
That will float me to your arms.

I reach out, touch you,
Breathlessly you sigh,
Opening yourself to me.
Gentle hands are searching,
Tickling your surface.
Sun and air rush
Into the space heretofore lacking.

You smile at the attention,
Relaxing with abandon.
Words of love I mention,
Murmurs of heartfelt praise.
Succumbing to such gratitude
I have for select days.

I have no other vessel
In which to pour my adoration.
As low as you may wander,
There is none above your station.

I am secretly covetous
When with others I must share you.
For they are ignorant of your power,
Blindly ignoring
The incorruptible perfection of your face.
I hoard the minutes
To squander in hours,
Spent lolling in your embrace.

Later while in repose,
Your fragrant essence lingers,
A gift to my nose,
Embedded in my fingers.
I inhale deeply,
Finding memory linked to odor.
One breath of you,
Fans the flame,
Of a desire that eternally smolders.