Sleeping Beauty – Exquisite Slumber
The darkness once again surrenders to the day
The silky glow of the moon softly retreating
Gently bowing towards the nebulous horizon
While distant stars, one by one, wink, and then disappear
Shadowy spaces endowed with the orange glow of daybreak
In anticipation of the gilded light spilling across the land
Each moment a unique masterpiece of magnificence
Often captured, but never perfectly recreated
Inside, the abrupt chiming of the modern day rooster
Hands fumbling in a half-awake, half-asleep state of being
Dreamtime and precious moments quickly extinguished
Expectations and the day ahead filling hearts and minds
Alas, in a heartbeat and a single perspective change
Motivation relegated to pause, for an extended moment
As eyes are captivated by the sight of a slumbering goddess
Body mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of beauty, sleeping
Sight tracing the loosely draped mound of flannel sheets
Partially relinquished as unnecessary in the warm night air
Now haphazardly intertwined between long silky legs
Supple alabaster flesh peeking from between the spaces
Endless waves of luxurious hair floating across neck and shoulders
Each strand with an ethereal life of its own making
Undulating and reflecting the first rays of the morning sun
Bathing her languishing figure with an exotic lambency
Each feminine curve gives additional pause, and admiration
The gentle bend of her knees as they rise to her thighs
Rounded shoulders; the tip of an earlobe; her rosy cheek
That amazing curve from her waist down across her hips
My longing is consumptive; my hunger growing from within
Her presence ignites weightlessness and the feeling of being able to fly
And how my hand does tremble in a mind-cloud of eroticism
Exquisitely delicious thoughts that are beyond comparison
And yet, my trembling hand and my pounding heart shall hold fast
Eyes capturing this moment and proceeding without action
For my sleeping beauty shall not be stirred from her slumber
My thoughts reserved for another moment; another encounter
Author’s Note
I find beauty in so many things in life; most of them involve my wife in one way or another. She is the sleeping beauty I speak of in this work; she’s also my muse, my best friend, my soul mate, and simply an amazing human being. If you’d like to read more professions of beauty and love, follow the links below.
He’s Always Thinking of Her Smile
Remembering Why I Love Her – My Daily Exhilaration
R J Schwartz
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I love your romantic poetry. It is so beautiful the love you have for your wife, Ralph. You both are very fortunate to have each other. Lovely poem.
Sir, you have a very romantic heart – my hat is off to you. Great reading Ralph.
Beautiful phrasing Ralph, and I must say over the time I’ve know you your works have improved off the charts. Often left brain people, usually involved in technical pursuits, have trouble being 100% creativity and open hearted-ness in expression. But you have transcended whatever limitations that proved and your work is wonderful, filled with vibrant color and imagery and particularly fine word-craft. Your wife must be impressed as your love for her does obviously inspire your writing, no doubt. Great work my friend. Kudos
That is one of the nicest compliments I’ve had in a long time Tony – thank you