Headache Visions.

i imagine you.
alone.
Asleep.
I’m ill.

You’re soft white skin
Illuminates
A star.
I’m sick.

Approaching.
Perfume, fragrance smelt.
Eyes to darkness adjust.
I gaze in wonder known.

Pause.
A sweet & gentle dream fulfills my mind.
Rosy cheeks & perfect look.
A tear falls. I do not touch.

Pause.
& Breathing meditative.
I love you.
& Your naked body sleeps.

Lips glisten.
Smiling hair of joy.
I caress your cheeks.
A petal kiss.

~ awakening from a heavy summer sleep, i dream of you. I wish to touch but can’t.
(c) ed simkins

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Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins