Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Baby



The snow has made my eyes hurt--

I long for darkness as if it were a thirst.

I long to bury my face in your hair, like waking at night in a familiar room,

Nothing needing to be done but breathe

And hours still left, for doing that.



I want you for your beauty and your flaws as well--

I want to feel you melting against the palm of my hand.

You feel to me like the rest of the month, the winter, the year stretching out--

You are the reason I love the long hours,

To think of nothing but the sound of your breathing

With hours still left, for doing that.

______

for One Shot Wednesday

17 comments:

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

You're such a romantic, Shay. :)

(Love the pics you find, too!)

hedgewitch said...

This feels like it ought to be a sonnet, something read on a sunny Renaissance afternoon in Verona or Provence, from one lover to another. But its equally eloquent as just your usual fine free verse, lighting up the dull American winter hours that are still left, and are no longer quite so dreary.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sigh. Incredibly romantic and tender. I love the repeated line, "and hours still left, for doing that." One feels the lazy slow long hours...........got my dose of romance for the day! Just beautiful.

Lulú said...

What passion in this one! Damn, I need a cigarette after reading this post...and I don't even smoke!

moondustwriter said...

ahhhh and to melt into those flaws ...

hot one Shay

One Shot perfection

M :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles. sensual, love filled...just want to sigh...

mac said...

The thing with hours? They sretch into days, then weeks, then years.


Yeah, this one is kind of hot.

TALON said...

This ALMOST makes me appreciate winter more. :)

Ami Mattison said...

Ah, a romantic one! Nice! I can really hear this poem. Sounds like a spoken word piece to me. It'd be cool to hear you read it.

Lynn said...

The long hours. Beautiful.

Daryl said...

I want you for your beauty and your flaws as well--

For better or worse

blueoran said...

Maybe this is a weird take, but the title figure I read between your lines as alternately and child and lover, or both, during those moments when there is not a single barrier between the lover and beloved. It's a uterine place, oceanically free, a place which feels like eternity and is a chilly death to wake from, starting the next ding dong day. Lovers have an intensity for satiated bliss in each others arms the same way a mother could hold her baby forever. Anyway, sure made me want to go home and take my wife by the hand upstairs to bed for a rainy-day-long nap.

Mama Zen said...

To me, this feels almost like a lullaby. Beautiful.

Sara said...

Shay -- I'll say this you are definitely a woman who can write a love poem:~)

I loved this one and I sighed at the last line, "To think of nothing, but the sound of your breathing/With hours still left, for doing that."

Sweet words and gentle thoughts:~)

Tanith said...

Now this was purrfectly sublime. I love just laying there with a lover and you made me want one for the night lol. xoxo Nith

kavisionz said...

Aahh... romantic and intense... I hear ya, lady!! I hear ya!
Been there myself... Infact, I'm still there!! :))

A lovely and passionate one shot!! Much enjoyed!

Steve Isaak said...

Intimate, loving, het-up work. Effective.