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Slept together
by Steve MichaelsI remember the night
we slept together
drunken conversation
inclement weather
more important
than the sleeping
you, in the premature
morning
tousled hair, brown
and red
purring softly
my sleep number
bed
I wanted to take
you
at least hold
you close
but held back
making the most
of an opportunity
to watch you
with impunity
the rhythmic fall
of your lungs
to your breasts
occasional tossing
muttering breaths
I watched you for
an hour
maybe even two
we did not have sex
but,
I slept with you.
07/11/2011 Author's Note: Best night ever
Posted on 07/12/2011
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/12/11 at 03:48 AM *claps* Bravo, Steve! Sometimes the very best lovemaking doesn't even involve any sex, so the last few lines of this spoke to me so deeply! |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 07/12/11 at 05:49 PM oh I love this and the revelation ending was beautiful! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/16/11 at 08:11 PM loving write. I agree with the above comments. Nights like the one you decribe are quite soecial and rare. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/28/12 at 03:14 AM oh, this is kind of breathtaking, you know. the rhythm down the page flows very nicely -- kind of tumbles softly down the page -- which is perfect for this piece. and that last line hits perfectly... |
| Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 03/13/14 at 01:25 AM The rhythm is just perfect. I really love this, new favorite |
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