I wrote this poem and tucked it away. I shared it on a very active forum that I am a member of, and decided to share it here….
I look at your body lying next to me
on a bed rumpled by passion
by animal magnetism.
And for me the earth moved
Falling out of bed
trying a move
And for me there were lights in the sky.
knocking the lamp off
the night stand.
But the flashes radiated from within
and without …
to reach deep within a part of me.
The gentle curves of
your neck and chest.
“What was your name again?”
photo by Steve Savage http://www.savagephoto.com/meninbed.html
shore painting by Michael Ireland http://www.robinireland.com/MIrelandportfolio.html