He sleeps, with eyes closed and dreaming
beneath those eyelids ~ am I there ~ anywhere.
Will I be his love tonight in a place of satin sheets,
with jasmine on pillows and soft music in ears.
If he lays me down in tenderness, to revel in
the petalled layers of me
to peel back each ~ one by one
for his closed eyes to see
just how much I need him
then ~ tonight ~ shall we remember ~ with a smile.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2008
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