Sunday Morning Lover
by Leah O’Dooley
Come to me in the afternoon—
air heavy with heat and the light unflinchingly honest. Taste me
with your eyes.
Flesh out the marrow of my bones and bear witness to the softest of skin.
If you come to me—
come with a breath warm and lingering.
Come to me in the early evening—
sweet perfumed air will list to the rhythm of amethyst dripping Mark me
with silvered wet fingertips.
If you come to me—
come thirsty for my scent.
And if you stay until the morning light—
II will whisper to your flesh that the sun is jealous of our heat.
A cool breeze with sigh as my lips graze along your body—
our hands lost in time.
When you come—
I dream. I dream. I dream.
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Leah O’Dooley welcomes your comments at colourgirldesign[at]gmail.com.
photo by EdenWanderLust.
