Wednesday, June 1, 2011

5 a.m.

By M. Jay Mansfield

It’s 5 a.m. in the morning . but
I’m awake and struggling to get out
The web of your touches still cover me
Your last caress it made me shout

I’m lying in bed, scared I’ll move it, but
I know I can’t lie here and pretend
My heart is racing, and it would betray me
So I crawl out into the morning and begin

The touches they were in my head, but
This is the realest thing I’ve ever done
Her tender kisses beautifully haunting me
This love in my heart it can’t be undone

I wanted to live inside those eyes, but
My greedy soul made me want her all
Every move she made seemed perfect to me
Best dancer even sitting still at the ball

Her Sweet smell intoxicates, but
I had full control of what I was doing
Dark hair blocks my view making everything clear
Not walking to her, I would have to be running

Wide awake heart pumping so alive, but
I’m rushing back to sleep with a hope and a prayer
In my head, her voice calling to me, and I have to go
Hold on, baby, don’t forget me I’ll be right there

It’s 5 a.m. in the morning, but
I’m in love with a ghost in my head
Her sweet tanned hand still touching my face
I will be loving her even after I’m dead

©5-21-11 MJMansfield

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