The nest

I look at your body lying there.

The thumbtacked curtains allow

soft light through the night.

and your body lying there

on a nest 

on my floor 

in my room 

next to my bed...

there...

at my finger's reach, 

so close.

To touch you

Oh, to touch you

to touch you with my lips

to kiss you soft

as the pillow is soft 

against your sleep soft lips...

lips soft as of now

but that can curl and sneer

and growl in between the grins!

There is a harshness in your smile

a cruelty 

that you innocently project...

like a beautiful animal

that does not know 

that it scorns a tender heart.

I think of touching you

and breath alone instead.

In soft sleep

your body contracts and yanks 

itself 

softly

from my thoughts.

You whimper and moan 

through your breaths of sleep.

I think of the times 

that you want me to pounce

and I breath out a rush of lust.

But my hunting prowess 

is out of practice

if it ever were in practice.

Ill pounce if I am primed and pissed

hand me a beer 

so that I am not so referential...

because I look at you 

as a worshiper his god

with reverence

and complete love.

I passion through the night

and softly you awake 

in the winter light...

and soft I place my touch

on your  face.

And you turn to me,

and smile...

with honesty.