Pulsating Next To My Skin Poem by Louise Tredoux

Come, dearest, come away, let
me enjoy your presence and all
the sweet words you say, come
let us lift up our eyes and regard
eternity, let us rejoice in being
together for one whole day, let
me hang on your lips while you
describe your dreams, let me
delight in your listening ability
while I describe my ideas, let
me cuddle you, stroke your hair,
touch you softly, simply because
it is a joyous sensation to feel
your eyes, feel you listening, hear
you breathing, feel you pulsating
next to my skin…