Sleep Poem by Mike Snow

My love lies near
in fullfilled sleep.
The fragrance of our lust,
is in the air,
and inflames the sences,
with every movement of ourselfs.

The echo of our joy,
whispers with the shadows dancing
on the bedroom wall.
The silence of satisfaction, is
disturbed only by the even breaths
of our for now, sated want.

The sun plays its childish game
with untroubled abandon,
and transforms excertions drops,
to pearls of loving dew.
Which glistern like a fresh covering
on these bodies joined by love.

(© M.Snow 2009)