I Studied Your Face

My eyes, waters warm of moonlight,
swept your face over, worn a sweetness smooth,
while you softly slept
through the hallowed night,
and I both laughed and wept.

Laughed for joy,
for longing wept,
your face I studied
as you slept.

Ocean bed, slow tide body
waves softly rolled and washed over mine,
fine sand crystals wet,
upon the cliff’s scalloped edge,
as I laughed and wept.

Your dune-white shoulder bare,
a hundred planted kisses,
preceded each I breathed the words, “I love you,”
all the while as you slept.
All the while I laughed and wept.

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