"MY SLEEPING BEAUTY"

Lying there, eyes closed
So beautiful, so naïve, so mine
Causing the days angers to away
Features, enhancing my rhyme

Golden hair flowing o'er the bed
Redness of warmth, nestled in her cheeks
Subtle movement, pulse, in her head
Lovely pink lips, caressing pink sheets
How beautiful a woman in sleep

Unspeaking, barely moving
Inviting green eyes that hide
Flawlessness, a photographers dream
Then, rolling over she sighs
Revealing a face that could never have cried

The rhythm in the beat, of bobbing breast
The porcelain look of motionless fingers
My personal painting, Davinci's best
Asleep, emanating sensuousness suppressed
She is my love, my inspiration, my emotion's wealth.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)