Sleeping Beauty Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

She rolls away to face the wall
And I turn toward her just to stare.
I watch her breathe— her rise and fall.
Her soft, white shoulder says it all,
Small freckles on her shoulders, bare.

Her hair shines bright like bronze and gold
And seems to sway like ocean waves
Or wisps of smoke from chiefs of old
Who tell of wonders to behold.
I'm ill replete in this conclave:

I yearn to touch her ample breast
Yet hesitate, so not to fare
To break her long awaited rest
As she lies dreaming there, undressed,
And so I wait and stare, and stare
And contemplate my beauty's hair.