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you’re sleeping through the first snowflakes

you’re sleeping through the first snowflakes

A Poem by m.s.early

you’re sleeping through the first snowflakes

wafting then resting like the years

of our timeline.

i’m remembering your eyes

reflecting my smile

the day sunlight settled softly

on your long dark hair.

i’m waiting for the morning,

waking up beside your hands,

the ache of my desire

hidden deep beneath the virgin snow;

to thaw,

melt away the preceding years,

against your warming curves,

my heart being well received

© 2017 m.s.early

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I 've sleepwalking for so many years.....maybe this time ...i ll wake peaceful and full with beauty and love....who knows...just dropping in for some healing.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Your poetry floods the mind with a river of emotion, yet it speaks to the soul of your reader, every time.

"My heart being well received" lovely, Matt!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Just me, in my feelings this morning, looking for beautiful wash away the gray...Happy Friday X!

Posted 1 Year Ago

This is a magnificently beautiful piece X! It brought so much emotion with it, I almost wept. Sadly through my years and relationships I can't say that I ever felt "the wanted" that this piece potrays. It's moving and gentle. She will be a lucky woman...that one...that fits the missing piece of your heart.

Posted 1 Year Ago

i like the whole thing...but damn, "waking up beside your hands/ the ache of my desire/hidden deep beneath the virgin snow/ to thaw"

i wish i wrote those lines...

and i like the heart at the end, reminding us...making love is more than just physical.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Wow, Jacob. That's huge coming from you. I really appreciate that. Thank you so much

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Added on January 7, 2017
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