Awakenings

Awakenings You came to me like a song at 4 am, after hours of white noise kept me sleeping. The static voices, the hum of nothingness, the void that these women tried to fill, but their signals could not reach me the way you did I could not ignore the incessant call that made my ears take note of a presence worth waking up for what other senses would stir to the arousal from slumber so long left in Your lips upon mine were as fire juices from Habenero pepper dripped upon a mouth and tongue dry, parched, abandoned like desert sands you filled me like an oasis The way you touched me was as sun to a new rose, I longed to reach skyward to flourish fragrant in a garden of your dreams Would I open full in your vase, my stem strong my seed sewn in lush meadow My skin charged, a high wire you held fast, could not release from the energy pouring from fingers, arms, and a heart generating pulsing magnetism Tingles exchanged between us, we became electric As we culminated the crescendo of emotional awakenings I knew we would drift off to sleep, to dream and again you would come to me and I would stir again, become one with you forever © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes July 1, 2001 Written July 1st, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 12:51 AM PST   0 • 8