Book of Hours

by sibyllene   Nov 2, 2010


I.

Mornings tumbled in bed
naked until noon
twisted in sheets and a pile
of discarded clothes, all scattered over
with four of my new books. I read
about magicians in 1806, and I
pretend to be annoyed while you
pester and bother, kissing my back to the
edge of distraction.

II.

Later I sit on the edge of the tub,
shivering in your basement,
watching your reflection as you
shear months of reddish brown hair
off your chin with a straight razor,
grimacing and stretching to reach those
corners at the base of your jaw. You leave
a bushy, Nietzschean mustache that you
tickle me with when we kiss.

III.

Afternoon and I'm wrapped up in a jacket
and one of your blue flannel shirts. We
sit, cross-legged
in a pavilion encrowned by rose bushes,
covered for winter.
We see for leagues over the slate gray waters, and wind
flicks up the hems of our jeans.
We tear off chunks of bread and crumble cheese
and gulp apple cider out of the bottle, insulting
the seagulls and watching the clouds huddle.
Barges move over the lake, and
rose petal boats navigate the fountain.
I press one to my lips.

IV.

Nighttime and the talk is fading, so
we sneak away and clamber into bed.
The window is drafty and
I shiver in my layers of clothes and you
cradle me close, head in the crook of your arm, legs
intertwined. You loosen my layers and
the heat soars off our bodies. The moon rises,
the world goes on outside, away from
us in our warm cocoon as we kiss, and kiss,
and kiss, and I fall asleep with my lips on
your neck.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ste

    This reminds me so much of my youth. Lovely way to write. Sensual and yet discrete. I could hear the gulls. I felt like a voyeur but in a good way, reliving good times vicariously.
    Very good poem indeed.

  • 14 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I need a boyfriend badly so I can do what Abby and you do with them. Oi.

  • 14 years ago

    by abracadabra

    I like wearing my lover's flannel shirts too. I watch him shave too. I lie naked till noon with him too. I drink apple cider with him too. I wish I had your writing talent too.

  • 14 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Oh my...

  • 14 years ago

    by Sunshine

    1: amazing title .

    1st stanza
    ^^^I have loved this stanza badly, for it's flowing narrative style! Word choice, seduction (yep) and the perfect wording.. I love how u said naked mornings, sure now I may be wrong, but we all have our own analysis and I felt like you are reflecting the void-ness or clarity ..perfect atmosphere for someone to read..I think I was able to see the over all image..wen i reach the 3rd line .

    II.

    I think the 2nd stanza is described in a very professional way. A Very detailed and well penned one..however it was not really like poetic, but the last lines gave again some juiciness ..

    III.

    Afternoon and I'm wrapped up in a jacket
    and one of your blue flannel shirts. We
    sit, cross-legged
    in a pavilion encrowned by rose bushes,
    covered for winter.

    ^^^wow..covered for winter?..such an amazing line over here.. I am not sure how u are capable of showing us everything.. you do have a talent with wording!...
    but i am not sure about the word (encrowned )?

    IV.

    Nighttime and the talk is fading, so
    we sneak away and clamber into bed.
    ^^I think it's enjoyable how u been going on and on with events..

    The window is drafty (NICE)
    and
    I shiver in my layers of clothes ( WELL SAID) and you
    cradle me close, head in the crook of your arm, legs
    intertwined. You loosen my layers and
    the heat soars off our bodies. The moon rises,
    the world goes on outside, ( that's very poetic..)

    away from
    us in our warm cocoon as we kiss, and kiss,
    and kiss, and I fall asleep with my lips on
    your neck. ...
    u flip the feelings of ones reader!
    I just love this poem.. I have no idea who have given u 4 b4 I commented... but Now I know why they r so jealous of this piece!

    definitely a five out of five

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