Touch of Reality

Sole’s beams kissed her expos’d back--

Skin of the resting beauty,

On the bed with lover’s hand

Caressing over her perfect hips.

Legs intertwined, Arms holding the most precious

Reason for existence.

The warmth of the bodies felt,

Even in the crisis of mundane touch.

The golden bliss shines at its most,

Making them Happy, relaxed, free.

Sheer materials dangling along the edge of the bed,

And the torn-spirit pressed in the cold marble floor.

The very essence of love floating,

Filled up in every corner of the room.

Last night was a mingling of pain and pleasure,

A hidden treasure to be found—

She opened her eyes, grasping in memories of last night,

With the beginning of dawn, reality descends upon her.

Who knows can it be called a mistake?
Or an excuse for survival?

She traced the tip of her index finger along his jaw,

Even in his sleep his muscles clenched,

She couldn't help but smile, seeing him responding to her touch,

With the thumb pressing softly over his lower lips,

Face buried in his neck, she let her finger play,

Feeling him under her tip of finger,

The board jawline, moving down his neck, tracing the collar bone

And down—

 He shifts a little, grabbing her more tightly in an embrace.

She stops thinking she might have awoken him,

But again seeing him relaxed, she placed her palm on his chest

Just Over his heart.

His heartbeats, felt through her own nerves,

As if their souls took up the same rhythm somehow,

Rhythm of the ultimate, of the universe.

All these thoughts made her hope,

Playfully she whispers, “ Alice Bennett Ryan.”

Coincidentally or not, at the same moment,

He says under his breath, “I Love You.”

My soul is the soul of the beast

Without you, I know no rest.