I’m the night you prepare for
with a soothing bath
as a lover does
with lavender scents
brushed hair
and anticipations.
I am your ebony dark
under the covers--
you and I snow-angel spread-
Anticipation's blooming
as I stroke your gentle face
our breaths slowing rising
as I pillow soft
slide down
beside you.
Blinding day is banished
as I your true companion
linger deep inside you
where true intimacy resides.
Where I
vampire like
stroke your nape
drinking deeply
of your trembling
secret needs;
inhaling all tension and sorrow too some days.
I am your sensual,
sunless companion
the one who’s there
to escort you to dreamy unconsciousness
which precedes the dream portal.
I am the last one after the day’s exhaustings;
the first to kiss you
in your soul garden
where our intimacy roses bloom.
I’m the blanket against the cold
the only witness to your pleasure dome
the only witness sometimes as you plow your sorrow fields.
I'm there in your dark, soft reclinings,
always there then
it's just you and I
and my ebony
clinging together
in our nights
bride and groom
secretly wed.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Anna
"I’m the blanket against the cold
the only witness to your pleasure dome
the only witness sometimes as you plow your sorrow fields."
I was absolutely moved by those lines.
Well done Lonnie.
:)Janna
Merry Christmas,
Christine