Morning Walk

We Can Dream!

Morning Walk

You leave a warm bed,

if a little dewy

from expended lustful

gluttony.

The dogs must run

and you must feel the wind

upon your bonny cheeks

and through your bedraggled,

rushed under hat hair.

Wrapped tight your precious breasts

in winter coat,

a hug with little cost

as you breath full

the freshest air,

where the thrill

of three of England's

sweetest counties meld.

So I must rise and shower

the night from my skin,

not to wash you off,

not to remove guilt,

not because I am keen

to leave you for a better day.

No; but to ready myself.

Ready myself fit and

fresh to honour

your beauty again.

It takes a lot

to know you.

 

16/09/17

Reviews

[wordman]

a woman's body,carved to perfection as we share love,and thoughts of love

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Ron.

[Coyote Poetry]

You took the reader to good places and thoughts my friend. The words allowed the reader to walk along with and feel the words and thoughts. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

thanks Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem brings a busy morning into a more simple state and moment ... pretty romantic ...she's off to run the dogs in the cold air and he is off to the shower holding the night close to heart and mind ...your your description "We can dream" bums me out though ...i was in the poems moment ... a mist unobserved ;) as real as can be :)))
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I fall. Humbled by such a reaction to this piece. More than any writer can ever hope. Thank you so much dear 'E'!

[Einstein Noodle]

oh your so welcome ..i was kind of a voyeur but thought calling myself mist ould not be so ...creepy as voyeur ;))))

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Naughty!!!