Heavy Hearts

I want your warm breath, breathing on my face, my neck;
Your strength wrapped around me as I soundly sleep,
comfortably resting your hand within my thighs, or on my breast.
How you make me feel, outweighs the weight of fear.

When you open doors for me, you open up new passages;
uncharted rooms filled with frolicking and chairs for rocking.
The laughter looms, resonates and echoes endlessly.
How you make me smile, outweighs the weight by miles.

The silence of the room of two, caught up in King and Koontz
wears on me lightly, like a pair of worn and comfortable shoes.
wrapped up in characters of "sick fucks" and witty goons.
How we spend our time, out weighs the weight just fine.

In the morning when I wake with extra blankets tucked about
your warm breath gone off to another chilly day;
I'm left standing, warmed by the sun shining through my pain.
How It all works out outweighs the weight of doubt.

©2008