Vintage Poetry: He Is

Such a breath
Of fresh air
And he doesn’t even know…
Know that he is
The gentle hot steam
Caressing my
Body cleansed
Making me feel new again

Cool like the
Other side of the pillow
Grasped in my hands
Beneath our
Resting heads
Safe in his arms
Strong, chocolate, immaculate
Beautiful works of art

The soft but
Strong touch
That wakes me
From glorious slumber

How could he
Have the slightest
Idea
The idea that…
He’s the poignant
Summer breeze,
Kissing,
Stinging my cheek
Like the sweat
From his brow
Against my back
In the sweet
Embrace of passion

That
He is…
The love I would love
But
Am scared to accept

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