The voyeuristic beauty of sitting on your windowsill,
Watching you sleep.
My heart beating lightly like the rain on the glass pane,
Casting subdued shadows on the wall,
Waiting for your attention.
Line after line, they fall like ghostly paths down your body.
A body I will soon have the pleasure of retracing,
If only you would let me in.
My palm is wet and sliding down as I tap on the window.
A secret smile shows itself but you refuse to look up…
A silent recognition.
And it’s torturing me.
You move so close…
Only an inch of transluminal facets interfere with my touch.
And I can almost feel your warmth.
Please let me in…
I close my eyes in anticipation.
Lustful as your soft hand envelops mine and pulls me inside.
Thus, I remain your King, kneeling before you.
Waiting…
Exceptional and awesome write. I wish others knew you like me but it takes a mom to really know her child. Your poetry is far better than the first time you started writing and your maturity with emotions still goes beyond the norm.
Very well done!
Love,
Mom
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 17, 2005
I agree with Jerry and if were me I would let you in.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 17, 2005
Yes, we guys certainly do kneel before the altar of love, do we not? This was such an intense and sensual poem. Ya did good.
Exception, whether it be from a lover or anyone else is a fulfillment that we humans need. But then we also need to possess exception of ourselves.
Beautiful and sensual write.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Exceptional and awesome write. I wish others knew you like me but it takes a mom to really know her child. Your poetry is far better than the first time you started writing and your maturity with emotions still goes beyond the norm.
Very well done!
Love,
Mom
Beautiful and sensual write.
Lisa