POETRY by DUSTYBEAR - PG 16 - IN THE FIRST MYSTICAL KISS OF MORNING...

I welcome you back...into my world, because even though you have spent the entire night within sight...pressed tight...and I have loved you  even in my dreams, it's even better seeing... being seen, with nothing in-between us... as the first beaming rays of sunlight begin streaming in, plotting their slow methodical pace which can never exactly be called a race, across the room... Which because of it seems no longer a tomb, In the depths of which we have lain together and clung... To the promise that we are and, the starlit heaven that brought the dark radiance of night...is now suddenly...gone. I see the first vestiges of a smile begin to climb aboard your beautiful fresh morning sun-drenched face...and my heart begins to step up its pace...as usual, in full view of the wonder I feel so privileged to share... CARE dear heart and soul of mine...you are MY find... and, where will it go and where will it all end, if it must. But I trust that in no soon-time thing...will what WE have become end. I look into your eyes... as the frail and yet richly flowing light touches your face and softly frames the beauty you possess...into a dress-rehearsal for the full show that is soon to be. Free...is what I feel. Encased within the steel fortress that your arms represent. My heaven-sent wondrous gift from above...sent for me to love...and I do. You smile now, and how I can contain my feelings of passion and the thrill...the chill that comes EVERY TIME you move against me, I will never ever know. Fly little bow and arrow cupid-drenched pleasure craft, as I tie my hopes to your raft and together we will paddle  on and on...and on. I lie quietly as do you, both struck and stuck in this our now every-morning ritual tableau... taking in the scene. All love, nothing mean...and oh that wondrous dance...inside, as your arms begin to encircle and my heart begins to hurtle...far beyond the confines of my chest. The rest is a work of great literature yet to be written... as I, the totally smitten, feel a hunger in need of a food that only you can provide. I will NEVER EVER hide my love for you. Not in deed, this much is true. In this early daylight reverie... Only you and me...count. You are the fount from which I draw my sustenance, My daily allowance of what I need to survive.. And survive I will. Indeed I will... Forever... Dustybear 2012 All Rights Reserved