In The Shelter
…of my dreams
Across the velvet nape
of my naked
trembling neck
around the bare expanse
of my silken
silent throat
within my pounding heart
upon my very soul
I feel a softness
a growing warmth
your precious breath
feather light and gentle
a tender trailing touch
barely tracing
across my skin
like the cautious quiet exhale
of the weeping
fading night
upon the fragrant glowing flesh
of the groaning
sighing morning
the freshly
newborn moments
of the shining, singing day
blushing at transgressions
at familiar desecrations
I know your touch
a weight without a substance
reaching all
without a sound
without a whisper of betrayal
a silent surrender
encroaching
all encompassing
a growing sense
of knowing
you will wrap yourself
about me
hold me tightly
in your arms
in the shelter of my dreams
© Ann Bagnall
2013
