We wake up slowly, <br />shaded by romance. <br />she looks like a film, <br />that I am lucky to attend. <br /> <br />I look at her softly, <br />My hands warmth as touch, <br />And like a masseuse without training <br />I trace her neck line crest. <br /> <br />Her eyes catch mine for a moment <br />And in them I hear acceptance, <br />Two of a kind <br />Or one and one <br />We make a pair together. <br /> <br />Nothing new or special, <br />Or out of the ordinary. <br />And I’m sure I forgot the moment <br />As quickly as it came. <br /> <br />To wake up slowly, <br />Next to beauty <br />Is now much harder <br />To forget. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakups/
