I would die for the warmth of her next to me, snuggled so close, so firm; Her hair glowing in the shifting pale light of the tv, teasingly peeking out of the dark like a three-year-old angel playin' peek-a-boo; A smile that eclipses the world, laughter that heals the deepest of wounds, velvet skin, a melting touch:
A woman To die for
Her hair gently tickles my chest, her heavy breath, deep with sleep, caresses.
I dare not move, dare not disturb, not the slightest; if only forever, if only for a moment, my life for her peace.
No words, no sounds, no art; nothing comes close, nothing can touch; no prayer, no God, not even, not ever.
The warmth she gives… She sleeps… I want to squeeze her so hard, I want to squeeze her so close, not close enough, never tight enough; hold her so hard, so tight; so much, so close;
til I know she doesn't hurt, til I know she doesn't ache, til I know she'll always be safe.
til my tears stop.
I dare not disturb a rest so long awaited, a sleep so pure; a warmth so vibrant,
so soft, so fragile. So strong, So much...
A woman, A mind;
my reason to live:
A woman to die for.