Eric Weissinger

(Austin, Texas)

A Late Morning Dream - Poem by Eric Weissinger

Hair cutting into my face
Like her beauty through my thoughts
Eyelashes tickling my neck
The way her laughter feels in my ears
Breath swirling across my chest
Like her thoughts through my mind
Breasts pressed to my sweating skin
As the light, against the window,
Trying to get in
Arms clinging to my torso
Like her love around my heart
Legs intertwined with mine
Weaved tight, like a basket holding time
Feet rubbing my calves
Igniting a fire that burns my skin
As I lay here and seep
Into her soul
I know
I could die
And never mourn.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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