dawn waits with bated breath
for morning’s kiss to lower
onto her tender upturned lips
It is the infinitesimal space
as your mouth is descending slowly
the hesitation before brushing ever so softly
against mine
the heartbeat that stretches
pregnant with the weighty hush
of expectation
protracting moments with its potential
like the heaviness of night’s footsteps
as he slips from evening’s bed
leaving behind her blushing skies
to face the day alone
whimsy~mimsy 
Mar 20, 2013 @ 17:21:30
Lovely poem.
Mar 20, 2013 @ 23:57:24
Thank you!
Mar 20, 2013 @ 17:44:39
The like button does not do this piece justice.
Truly
Benjamin
Mar 20, 2013 @ 23:57:10
Thank you, Benjamin!
Mar 20, 2013 @ 20:38:42
Oh, Wm, so beautiful!
Mar 20, 2013 @ 23:56:49
🙂 Thank you!!
Mar 21, 2013 @ 02:31:44
Wow, I love this and your blog! Beautiful and so well done!
Mar 21, 2013 @ 02:41:14
Thanks!
Mar 21, 2013 @ 03:32:05
First, guess what my middle name is? I must’ve been on your brain. 😉
This is gorgeous and sooooo visual.
Every time I read one of your poems, I see a gorgeous watercolor, illustrating your words. Damn, I wish I could watercolor.
Mar 21, 2013 @ 03:37:34
I wish I had an artistic bone in my body!! 🙂 I can’t even draw stick figures without them looking crippled or maimed!
Seriously? Wow…psychic!