Sleepyhead - Awake!
Come on sleepyhead – awake!With gentle sun kissed clouds,
he moves, legs and arms
of impetuous youth,
the gleam of childhood
still on his form, as he
instinctively climbs for comfort
of early morning hugs
and almost like the babe he was
he smells of freshness
like sweet picked apples,
smooth and soft.
I'll guard him for now
until the angular form of
manhood creeps and steals him from me.
Those morning hugs
becoming just a floating memory
that swirls like leaves
in winding lazy streams.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-04-05 at 11:16
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