October 4, 2011

For the man who loves my pilgrim soul...

It was after dusk when the mosquito tweeted
I must have felt the blood leaving
I must have sensed a piece of myself
lusted by something uninvited - a nomad of the night

The sudden twitch of my body woke you
With one hand under my nightgown,
you searched my back for the small opening of life released
It's itchy aftermath

But you found it
And like the perfect host,
you rubbed the wound
until sleep came without a fight

It was dawn
when I noticed the shape of your beard
and the divine nature of your eyes meeting the winking sun
You left me breathless

I kissed your native lips
to catch your breath,
and to muster enough heart to request one last beautiful sleep
for the road.

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