for my angel

8 days or nights
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope