Boudoir

scented candles 
and soft music playing 
set the scene.
a silk scarf draped over
the lamp
gives the room 
an otherworldly feel.
it is softly lit, fresh and airy –
a light breeze stirs the curtains.
The bed is newly made,
the sheets cool, 
pillows perfectly plumped.
We lie next to each other
our bodies lightly touching,
and you begin a slow,
sensual exploration.
your fingers know just where to go,
our long relationship
giving us both a deep awareness 
of one another.
I lean into your touch
eager for more.
your lips nibble across 
and down my breasts.
I cannot keep still;
my hands begin their own journey.
you turn me in your arms
and kiss me. 
you fill me up,
body and soul.
it is intense, this feeling between us;
it transcends speech.
when we are joined like this,
body to body,
heart to heart,
all else falls away
and there is just us
alone;
together.

© Ellie Maziekien

061802

	482. Untitled - June 19, 2002

	Sleep is a long time coming
	in the quietest hours of the night,
	where the silence that surrounds you
	makes every breath sound that much louder.

	Every twist, and every turn
	brings no relief in sight,
	magnifying the very fact
	that you're awaiting the return to light.

	In the darkness
	broken only by the waning streetlights,
	all the white noise
	moves to the foreground,
	playing counterpart
	to the jumble of thoughts
	that run through our mind.

	Even when eyes are closed,
	the mind runs wild,
	snippets of the past crashing
	through the emptiness
	strived for.

	Slow breaths, deep sighs,
	and absolute silence
	gradually serve
	to ease the mind;
	only to awaken again
	to the knowledge
	that dawn has come
	once again.