Love Poetry

Swaddled

I am wrapped in a pillow.
Swaddled in the arms of a saint,

But I cannot sleep.

There is a rock in my side

And a ribbon of jet black silk in my lips,

But they are not the cause.

Your breath is in sync with mine,

Breath in, I breath out,

You are as beautiful as rhyme,

You fill in the places I provide, a hollow in my chest

Just your heads size.

I look down at the one turned up cheek,

If I could only kiss it.

Your eyes, shut up like a present in a box,

Your lashes, are an ever taunting bow dying to be untied,

And your lips, they are an ever blooming rose

Soft as heaven and twice as giving,

Sinful as hell and with bites as forgiving.

 But I cannot help but wish you awake

But I cannot help but hold you tight,

Breaking this moment would be a mistake

Because every little movement makes my feeble heart quake.