Hours before the dawn,
The soft moonlight seeps
Through an open upstairs window,
A blanket is tossed from the bed,
And a woman’s glorious nakedness
Is proud in the kingdom
Of uninhibited dreams.
One imagines heaven
To be an eternity of golden slumber
Where a woman’s chest
Rises and falls
In a restful rhythm
While her sleeping breath
Fashions invisible kisses.
Unspeakable joy
Emanates from every desire
To gaze for uninterrupted hours
Upon her ivory shoulders
Gently brushed by brunette hair.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-breath/
