I crack my toes in the morning
—languidly—
and I think of you, as if beside me.
That’s how the phrase turns.
The nitrogen burst, like that
of an upward-open eye. Pop!
Could we laugh at that?
And I know. I wish.
To laugh in bed with you.
It’s only one morning were I wake
—and that’s worth a laugh itself!
Just once, that I turn over without you.
But the change is already heavy,
caught up by a long thread,
the more to be tangled in sweaty sheets.
I want to tell you, how
with lips held against your neck
my breath is yours.
… be seeing you.
Kandace Mavrick
Paul McLaughlan
platform thing 
kdoherty89
22/09/2011
Wow, this is an intense “love” poem. I have to say, it must be love poem week or something, tons of writers are attempting them. I do like it though, the beat is nice and the narration is well done.
Paul McLaughlan
22/09/2011
… well, it is spring here in Australia at least…
Hearts blooming like thickly fleshed buds 😉
Kandace Mavrick
22/09/2011
That last verse (stanza?) is really beautiful.