At the stroke <br />of midnight <br />I stroked <br />your back <br />as you slept <br />naked in the oppressive summer heat. <br /> <br />The fan purred contentedly <br />at the foot of the bed. <br />Your cheeks moved <br />in and out <br />like tiny bellows. <br /> <br />I placed <br />a row <br />of kisses <br />(salty warm) <br />along the length and breadth of you. <br /> <br />You didn't stir. <br /> <br />I wanted to wake you, <br />To take you in my arms. <br /> <br />But instead, <br />I turned out the light.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-years-eve/
