Andrew David Dalby

(17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)

This room is filled with you


his room is filled with you:
whose tender tremors
are still felt within
these jasmine scented sheets.
Your heady scent is here....
Its not a dim remembered echo,
from a distant beating heart;
but present...
alive...

The golden candle light
from behind the open doorway
shines across your calf, your thigh:
and reflects in a glint from your eye,
and then down to where the musk
of your being soothes
my eager soul.

and as you rest back upon the bed,
your near sleeping form,
so gently sigh's...
and in the glimpse of the cup
that curls
from where I long to sup,
I... now... with eager muscles
beg for your return
longing to keep sleep
so very far away away from you
Tonight. x

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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