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Behold
by Heide McAlister-BatesBEHOLD
I lie in bed reading next to you and
I hear the sound of your breathing,
not even and regular yet,so
I know that you're still awake.
I turn to you and see you watching
me and I see a question in the eyes
of my beholder.
I turn off the lamp and in the soft
glow of candlelight we kiss and cuddle
and touch. You stroke my hair and
pull me closer to you. Your breath now
comes faster and I feel the excitement
build. I touch your face, you look at me
and I see desire in the eyes of my beholder.
You enter me, eased by my need for
you. We meld into one being for a time,
lost in passion's time warp - grasping, gasping,
trying to keep hold of reality, succumbing to the
dreamy pleasure that we create. We spiral up,
up and as we reach the stars, I see bliss in
the eyes of my beholder.
We lay spent, together, legs and arms entwined,
our skin sweat-slick and scented by you and me.
Your breath, and indeed mine, comes quietly now,
slowing, relaxing. You turn my face to you and
kiss my lips, softly, gently and once again I look
at you. I see what you've always made me feel.
I see love in the eyes of my beholder.
10/10/2000 Author's Note: One of my older poems - critique appreciated, as I'm not quite sure about this one anymore.
Posted on 01/10/2004
Copyright © 2024 Heide McAlister-Bates
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 01/11/04 at 07:01 PM it's interesting how it's addressed to the lover, but the last line is always back in first person, objectifying the lover as 'beholder'. this seems to distance you from the lover. perhaps leave that line to the title "in the eyes of my beholder" and edit out those last lines. then your whole poem would be very intimate. that is my editorial advice, since you asked :) |
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