C. Michael Miller
Reclining - Poem by C. Michael Miller
Long ribbons of her hair cover my chest.
Her sweet breath tickles my nose.
Idly, she sings a languid tune...
the vibrations of her melody warms the
night air... her lips like a butterfly
on my cheek.
My mind flutters along on the thermals
she’s created for us... our wings,
warmed by the sun, never tire.
Sing on my beautiful Monarch,
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