Before Dawn (today’s 100 words)

Dreaming, just before dawn, that you lay sleeping beside
me, your arm across my chest, like a charm against flight,
the chaos of your curls ensconced between
my shoulder and chin, tickling my nose.

Your scent, light male musk, is a song singing
through me, like the surf on a midnight beach,
a drug on which I will gladly overdose.
In this perfume, I am paradise owned.

I know that I am dreaming, I know this
Eden’s scent is but a memory saved
and replayed- a song forever fading
in forever decrescendos. No matter.

I will inhale every last note.


This is a working copy (poem)


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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