When I embraced you last night,
pressed tightly to your teats,
listening to my own heart beats,
Weren’t you as I left you, au naturel?
Your chills relieve me off my sleep,
to witness my white blindness like in Saramago’s dream,
only this time you span the wide, white cream,
You now lay clad, draped in your elegant white apparel.
Have waited for you so long,
all these years of my life, wanting to feel you, be drenched by you,
The swain in me, now found his beau in you,
As you grow every moment in shreds, weave me together my surreal.
Your slant elegant gait,
delivering those soft pecks on my face,
digging warm joy inside me, at your own lovely slow pace,
I’ll be the same, never to complain, even when you will love me a tad bit more.