For your wandering eyes, My Love.

In this early hour of the morning, where your eyes once laid,
I am making the shapes and sounds of I Love you on my lips.
I am letting them fall softly into my lap, where they are curling up and closing their eyes in slumber.
In this early hour of dawn, with letters in my lap,
I am sending my mind into inebriation on the spirit of your kiss.
I am letting it take hold of me, and am succumbing to it’s pleasure and promise that I have kept safe in my heart.
In this early hour in the dark, where I dare not even whisper,
I am counting the tears fall down my cheek, and writing a tally on my arm.
For each of these I’ll embrace you in my land of Nod, and know now I’ll forever be okay.

Notes

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