Adulthood, Love, Poetry, Wordpress, Writing

My Lover’s Chest

Susan Moore

 

My Lover’s Chest

 

So dark in this small room

Forgetting for a moment where I am

Eyes opened but see naught

A deep abyss ,void of sight.

 

Sounds from my head rest fills my ear

Tracing my gently fingers over

The touch of soft hair

A blemish as I trace the skin…

 

Up and down my fingers go

Feeling the scar on the canvas

Allowing palm to flatten, vibrations under

A breath escapes, tickling my nose.

 

My hand moves across his chest

Resting it between his arm and torso

Relaxing, I remember where I am

His calm heartbeat lulls me back to sleep.

 

Published by Susan Moore

I take twenty six letters of the alphabet and rearrange them over and over again so that I may express the thoughts going on in my brain. So. Many. Thoughts....

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