Reflections of Love

by

Phil Pochurek

Such a simple beauty you possess
So subtle, so pure, so rare.
From your emerald eyes
To your gypsy smile,
Behind your crimson shouldered hair.
Your fragrance fills the morning
As you slowly begin to dress,
My eyes are fixed upon you
Can you feel their warm caress .
Then with delicate precision
You begin to wash your face
Every line and curve a work of art,
While your fingers gently erase
Yesterdays dreams and fantasies,
From last nights resting place.
Your chemise hangs openly waiting
In a blush of pink pastel
To embrace your supple bosom,
Whose shape it knows so well.
Do you feel my eyes.
Can you see my face,
Do you know that I'am here?
I'm waiting for you, my lovely one
It is you that I long to be near.
Your stockings hang loosely from the curtain rod
Shadow dancing in the morning sun.
Beside them garters of French satin and lace
Are patiently waiting to take the shape,
Of the woman who will slip them on.
Your long slender legs, have a sensual style
Even when their standing in place.
I can almost hear the song that your singing
A sweet love song from long ago,
It reminds me of when we were lovers
My desire is beginning to show.
How lovingly you hold your silver brush
While you stroke your scarlet hair,
And sit behind your dressing table
In front of an antique mirror.
Can you see my passionate reflection
Through your curtains, from your window, up the stairs?
If only I could feel you in my arms again
It's been too long, I'm so alone, I wish that I was there.
To hold you close, and hear you laugh,
Whisper secrets in your ear.
See the look in your eyes, when you realize
That it was me, standing over here.
I'd love to be kissing the back of your neck
Taste the salt from your ecstasy tears
Can you see me, do you know what I'm doing
As I watch you, while I sit in this chair?
Yes I love you and this game that your playing
Your excitement, my desire, and the fear,
Of your feeling that someone is watching you
While your dressing, through your window, in your mirror.

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